Melancholy and the Infinite Shadness

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It would be understandable to assume that I only listen to music that’s at least 20 years old. If you flipped through my playlists, you might be surprised. I can’t argue that I have a soft spot for my old records, but I always get a buzz hearing new sounds or even old sounds served up in a new way. It’s easy to curse the kids for taking a bit of music that was dear to me and messing with it. Truth be told, I love that shit. It keeps music new and alive.

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