
So I go in to my boss's office to play a track for him that I am very fond of at the moment. He sees the file structure of the volume on our server that I kind of keep for myself, primarily to keep my office music on. His eyes light up and we start discussing our relative tastes in music, which turn out to be remarkably similar. (It is a good sign when your boss freaks out that you have Gram Parsons albums.) He starts telling me about music that his teenage daughter turn...
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