So I was driving home from work yesterday and, since NPR is really hit-or-miss in the evening, I plugged the good, old, radiationless auxiliary cable into my phone to stream some music from the physical drive.

Then Silent Jealousy comes on:

Immediately I am rushed back to a time when videogame developers licensed good music and I could fit a hundred of my favorite MIDIs on a floppy disk...

Needless to say, I almost drove into the side-wall of the expressway headbanging.

Yesterday my phone shuffled me a thoroughly enjoyable ride.

Today, though, I got dubstep. Despite not hearing that Trump's condition was going downhill on the radio, the ride was still mildly enjoyable. But a lot more pensive. A few years ago I couldn't get enough melodic dubstep and ambient electronic music. But a lot of it hasn't really aged that well. Maybe it was just the stuff that came on, in particular, but even Skrillex was just not doing it for me. I used to love his version of Going in for the Kill, but I found myself wanting to hear the original version instead. The flaws stood out to me and I found myself thinking, "These guys really aren't all that much better than C. Masta and his laptop studio."

I have always appreciated live music and analog musicians, but it was a little bit more pronounced today.

Shit, I really am almost 30.