Peter Quinn is like Rayna's daughter Daphne on Nashville. Just a constant barrage of shit being thrown at him.

I mean, its getting to the point where I cant even put the misnomer "pop" in front of it with that statement. I just love the album in general. I'm gonna sound ridiculous here, but this and To Pimp a Butterfly are neck and neck for my #1 spot right now. Weird, I know.

I've been listening to this album for about two months now, and listened to 1989 when it first came out.