With everything else on the radio being electronic and/or disco inspired, I guess any pop band that uses powerchords is "punk" now.

I'm blessed with one of those early 00s Chrysler stereos that has a tape deck but spits out every tape adaptor I've thrown at it.

Labels re-issuing records that aren't even rare for $35+ makes zero sense to me. I'm not even sure who's buying them. Boomers who want a copy of Paradise Theater without driving a few miles into town to a proper used record store?

This song (along with Starlight by Muse and Grace Kelly by Mika) was on constant rotation on the trendy-but-inoffensive music service my first fast food job used. Pretty much the only context I remember it by, but boy it's an earworm.

Renegades, renegades, living like we're renagaaadess.

Most everything by Gnarles Barkely is great. I should listen to St. Elsewhere sometime.

I distinctly remember being obsessed with American Edit by Dean Gray when I was 16. It's hard to find on YouTube though.

Name.

Seriously, I hope the Roots get paid a fuck ton to be on such a boring show.

I remember I though the girl on that was really hot when I was like 13. My, how my tastes have changed.

The idea of "gamification" reminds me of how fucking sore I get after I do a session at the local "tactical laser tag" place. They use big, heavy, metal guns, and you do a lot of squatting and box climbing.

It always baffles me how often bro-country bands namecheck older country artists that are, you know, actually pretty good. I'm pretty sure there's very very little overlap between the fanbases of Florida Georgia Line fans and Steve Earle.

Similar to my parent's arc, just shifted half a decade. Their record collection is awesome, but their CD collection is all contemporary Christain junk. Jesus music was pretty much all I was exposed to at home until I got my own little boombox and started my preteen classic rock phase.

The phrase "We cant. Afford. No gas!" pops into my head any time the little fuel light in my car dings on.

Arby's grills stuff now? When I worked there, all we had were friers and microwaves and the "beef" under a bead lamp.

No Sheer Heart Attack by Queen? Sheeeeeeee-eeee-eee-ee-ee-eee-eeeer HEART ATTACK!

No, a hangover means I was drunk *yesterday*.

I also worked at Arby's in high school and was fine eating it 5 days a week. But I think the tolerance wore off already. Got the violent shits the past four times I've gone there or something like that.

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