There is a magical time in one’s life when you stop caring about who made the song and you can focus 100% of your care energy on if you like it or not. That day is a beautiful free moment that feels like your soul has been replaced with wind and your legs have become eagle feathers.
High school kids have been shopping at thrift stores for so long the irony is gone and it’s just exactly 1980 again. Good. Everyone dressed like a funny bassist that could fix things back then.
