Imagine you've fallen rather hard for someone. Yet, despite all this person's wonderfulness, their favorite music is something you just can't get behind. It goes against your instincts. You turn it over and over in your head. This stuff seems like it's the provenance of stadiums, you think to yourself. And you're right. It is. This stuff seems like it's intended for fans of Spiritualized, Radiohead, MGMT... shit, you could easily imagine these guys warming up for a late era U2 concert. At first, it makes you wretch. But you stick with it. The experience of acquainting yourself with this person who lives this music has opened your eyes to that which you haven't seen before. Now some years have gone by. That person wasn't right for you. Good riddance. In a moment of solipsistic introspection, you think to yourself, did that person really and truly open me to new experiences, or did that experience simply awaken something within myself that had previously been lying dormant? It's a rhetorical question, you realize. This music could be the soundtrack to that. In spite of yourself or not, please don't stop the please don't stop the please don't stop the music.

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