Christianity has, in the broad picture, struggled with trying to cope with and understand (quantify?) love.
On the one hand, there is the interpretation that our good works need to outweigh our bad works to get into heaven (wasn’t this always “those Catholics”?). At the other extreme, faith alone is all that is required to grant eternal life disconnected from any actions (the Penitent thief). Then of course there are some mitigating factors where “faith without works is dead”. Of course it’s all grace though faith, but I’m not sure that really clarifies much. Good thing I’m not a pastor; I don’t need to provide the answers.
Although this website exists within the context of Christianity, this is not meant to be a theological blog. In some cases, we may wander into philosophical territory or get a little meta, in this case, we’re just getting philosophical about the topic of love… in this case, a love for one’s craft.
Perhaps this is easiest to see with vocalists, but I argue it’s every bit as visible with the other instruments, and that is the very intangible but attractive component of an artist love for singing, love for playing, or love for mixing.
My point is-you can not quantify the impact of a vocalist who loves to sing, or a bassist who loves to lay down the groove, or a sound technician who loves to mix. There is no number to assign to that. There is no compression ratio. There is no frequency response. There is no lick. No right note. No harmonic interval. No decibel level that is the right one. There is no correct answer in music.
There is only love. Love for what we do, for who we do it for, for why we do it.