Playing Favorites

➤ Support on Bandcamp: http://music.colortheory.com/album/adjustments ➤ Support on iTunes: http://apple.co/1PclQYt ➤ Support on Spotify: http://spoti.fi/1Pcm2qA “What’s your favorite book/movie/song/album?” That line of questioning rubs me the wrong way. I just don’t like to think in those terms. For one thing, there’s an element of permanence in naming favorites. It locks you in. Any possible contender is now a challenge to your self-imposed hierarchy. Our relationship to music was so much more intense as teenagers. How can one compare the way we consume music now to waiting in line to buy a record at a midnight release party? Beyond that, I like different stuff for different reasons. I’ve listened to The Cure’s 17 Seconds probably more than any other album in my life. But does that make it my favorite album? No way! For whatever reason, it spoke to me at the time – a rather dark time, one would presume. Anyway, favorites. Not my thing. So I wrote a song about that… Color Theory @colortheory Official - www.colortheory.com Twitter - www.twitter.com/colortheory Facebook - www.facebook.com/colortheory YouTube - www.youtube.com/colortheory Instagram - www.instagram.com/colortheory Mastered by Resonance Mastering www.resonancemastering.com Everyone has a favorite band Favorite book, favorite film, Favorite brand Not me, I don't believe in that Hey, it's true! What are you laughing at? Because I'm more than just a set of likes Because I won't get caught up in the hype You go on ahead and spread your top ten list As for me, I'm sure mine won't be missed Credit where credit is due I'm playing favorites with you A favorite perfume A favorite dress A favorite reason to be obsessed There's no accounting for my taste When your aim is to claim it's misplaced Give me reasons instead of ranks No more multiple choice Fill those blanks! You say you want to get to know me well So if you want I'll promise not to tell I'm the one to spill your guilty pleasures to This request is a test Think it through There's one exception to every rule To fall in love takes a certain sort of fool.