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I think I'm staying in tonight and repopulating my decimated hard drive with mp3s. My musical taste at this exact moment, this instantaneous slice of time, is for songs that are relentlessly, even brutally, sweet.

I want music that makes me feel like I'm watching my fourth grader singing a duet in the Riker Hill Elementary production of The Very Bestest Present.

Luckily, the malt liquor makes a lot of music sound that way.