The Music Snob Concept
In 1993 I worked at a summer camp. I was only 15 and one of the youngest guys on staff, so I took a fair amount of abuse. One night a few of us were gathered around a radio and someone slipped in a CD not worth remembering. Possibly by Pantera. I casually turned to the guy next to me — a bloated dude with a pony tail who was way too old to be hanging around teenagers — and asked if he knew the song. The guy proceeded to turn red in the face and launch into an angry tirade, listing off obscure bands with whom I was not familiar. The apparent point...
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