If it was obscure and on at random times, long before Youtube and Pitchfork and Apple Music, when you had to watch MTV-2 for the buzz bin videos or hear it on Y100 alternative rock radio, I probably heard it at my grandma's house in Vineland, way back when.  I am grateful I was given that kind of freedom to explore the exhilarating and joyous highs of teenage-hood when I went there.  

Not only that, but where else would I be allowed to watch the entire NFL draft? All seven rounds.