Every now and then I find myself singing along with a song I hadn’t heard for 30 years and I wonder why I can’t use whatever space in my brain is occupied with those lyrics for something more useful. It’s nice that the music I listened to in my youth wore a groove into my brain that persists today, but surely there are more important things for me to re…
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