Spotify, and programs like it, might very well be the most important software ever invented. The idea that I can pick from an absolutely huge catalogue of songs for absolutely free is an amazing one for a person getting–perhaps–a little long in the tooth.
But, like all technology, it is not without its own danger.
With so many songs to pick from, it’s almost too tempting to give songs that you recall hating from your childhood a second chance. After all, you didn’t like fish when you were a kid and now you find them delicious.
But the thing is… you’re taking quite a leap of faith at this point.
Because, if you look at the wardrobe your parents had then, too, you begin to understand that maybe, just maybe, they had terrible, terrible taste.
So, in that spirit I put on a couple of songs from this record, a staple of my parents’ record collection:
So, anyway, to make a long story short, if anyone has any industrial-strength ear-cleaner, I have a lot of garbage in there that I need to clear out, ASAP. Thank you for your consideration.