I’m sure I’ve quoted this before. Whatever.

What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?

Just got awfully sad all of a sudden. Not entirely sure what this keeps being about. Off to find a park bench to watch the sun and listen to the rest of this album.