Remixed in a Remix

I have always hated remixes. Because the original is the original. That’s what it was meant to be from the beginning. Pure, honest, real. 

Remixes are like post-truth. They lack real substance. They are manipulated figments of manufactured imagination. You could change it to suit you, without rhyme or reason, just on a whim. Be it a song, or a story, or even an experience. But what’s a remixed experience?

Sometimes when you are with someone, you recreate moments that make you feel like how you felt when you were with someone else. This hasn’t happened to me, perhaps at a subconscious level.

But try as I may (to borrow a verse from Ronan Keating’s When You Say Nothing at All) it’s never going to be the same. It might be versions of the same, but never the original. Like a remix. I hate remixes.

I can’t think of a remixed song or an experience that I have truly enjoyed or cherished--even if it’s with the same person. Remixes can never be special. They can never be a part of a moment. They can never be a moment.

Why mix something when it’s perfect as it is? As it should be. It’s like watering a beautiful flower with so much force that it withers and dies. Losing all its original beauty.

They'd probably tell you times have changed. This is what people like now. Really? What has happened to people? Are they this tone deaf or have they been blessed with immense tolerance that somehow seems to have escaped me.

What happened to the thrill of creating something that you actually 'created' from scratch? Would you want to be known as someone who remixed songs, adapted a story or borrowed an experience? 

Wouldn't you want your name to stand for originality, for creating something that never existed? A new song, a new melody, a new emotion. A new story, a new character, a new life. A new experience, a new moment, a different you.

Sadly, remixes are becoming, what I firmly believe, a lazy, insult-to-your-intelligence, pretentious trend. Every movie opens with a familiar yet disturbingly different song. They change the lyrics though, which make it sound even more terrible. Where are the good writers? Where’s the melody? Where’s the romance? Where’s the soul?

Where are the stories? The moments? 

Remixed in a remix.