I don't really feel guilty about the worse music I like, actually (Pink is the most underrated artist since Sugar Ray, dammit! And there's no post-modern ironic posturing in my love for Steve Miller's Greatest Hits -- it just reaches into my brain stem and grabs whatever BJ105 placed there 25 years ago and shakes it like Muhammed Ali making a martini) but I get what they mean.
I really dig this kinda stuff, though. This one's for Scott; this for Tim.
Nothing for you today, Ange.
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