Some nights, usually when I’m supposed to be asleep or paying attention to a Teams call, a thought sneaks in and starts rearranging the furniture in my brain:
“What if we eventually run out of new songs?”
The world keeps producing music at industrial-strawberry-farm intensity. Spotify releases about 120,000 new tracks every day. Pop chords recycle themselves with the shamelessness of a golden retriever stealing socks. Sometimes I hear a new song and I instinctively hum along before realising I’ve never heard it in my life.
So… what gives?
Is the musical universe finite?
Are we eventually going to hit the last chord progression and collectively go, “Ah crap, that’s all of them”?
Short answer: no. Not even close.
Long answer: buckle up, because the maths is wild.