My great-grandfather used to listen to Autechre non-stop.
He had one of those Cadillacs with the motorized shocks, and would cruise
around with the windows down, the entire car bouncing up and down, picking
up babes on the Strip.
All that distortion, and he couldn't care less about the eq, so he'd go
through a set of speakers nearly every month.
People would turn around and say: "What?"
Well, the whole family was pretty much like that.
To rebel, I had to listen to the Monkees.
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