Opinion / Chiara Rimella
Greatest hits
Like most people who listen to music on Spotify, I indulged in finding out a bit more about myself earlier this month with the streaming service’s Wrapped function: a neat summary of the songs, artists and genres I’ve had on repeat this year. While many people have enjoyed showcasing their results to prove their impeccable taste, I’ve been less keen to publicise my charts (well, until now). And it’s not because I’m ashamed: I disagree with the idea of “guilty pleasures”, particularly when it comes to music. Mainly, I feel this is a misrepresentation of my cultural highlights from 2021: the things we listen to (or watch, or read) the most aren’t necessarily the most meaningful when it comes to summing up the year.
In 2021 I listened to a lot of the cool electronica of French duo Polo & Pan but if asked to pick my song of the year, I’d probably go for the melancholy calypso of Surfaces’ “So Far Away”, which didn’t appear in my top five but still perfectly sums up my mood in the months past. Similarly, I’ve probably spent more hours watching Masterchef: The Professionals and Schitt’s Creek than any other TV programme – but nothing will stick with me like the latest season of Call My Agent! (pictured). And at the risk of sounding terribly predictable, the film that moved me the most was Oscar contender Minari – even if I only watched it once.
While Spotify is keen to order people’s cultural preferences by volume, other (more journalistically inclined) end-of-year reviews ordered by quality also have their downfall. All too often, they fall into the trap of trying to crown winners that feel intellectually worthy, a bit recherché and all-and-all impressive. Ultimately, it’s the things that meant the most to us that will stick. And if there’s one lesson that we should have learnt in 2021, it’s to embrace the things that really matter to us – and not to fret about the rest.