Musical Education

So apparently when you meet a guy at a bar and spend forty-five minutes arguing about music, he takes that as a challenge. Marcus - yes, the napkin sketch artist from Mitch’s - somehow found me on Facebook and decided my musical education was lacking.

Musical Education

He sent me this playlist called “Music That Isn’t Garbage” with a note about “expanding my horizons.” The audacity. Except… okay fine, I listened to the whole thing. Twice. There might be some decent stuff mixed in with all the pretentious indie bands I’ve never heard of.

Second listen. Still not admitting anything.

The Shins aren’t terrible. Death Cab for Cutie has some good songs. I’m not telling him any of this.

Fine. Maybe he has decent taste.

But I may have spent the afternoon going through his recommendations and adding a few to my own playlists. Just a few. And when he showed up at my apartment tonight to “see what I thought,” I may have let him explain why Modest Mouse is actually genius.

The evidence.

His enthusiasm is kind of adorable, even when he’s being a music snob. Don’t tell him I said that either.