Well, that's odd.
In the car, futzing with the cords, trying to get some Maximo Park going.
And I hit the radio button. And, suddenly, it's Lionel Richie. And it touches me. Like, sink-my-fingernails-into-the-steering-wheel-and-bite-a-lip-and-kinda-sorta-sadly-smile touches me.
This happened a couple of months ago with Gordon Lightfoot, to the point of singing along quite seriously.
And I thought I was a hipster. My street cred just tanked. Somebody get a These Arms Are Snakes I.V. up here in this mo-fo.