I marveled at their boldness and was glad that nobody could see my objectively humiliating taste in music. I’d seen my friends’ music pop up on the Spotify desktop sidebar before, but I assumed they had opted into a social feature. It was only this month that I discovered something apparently universally understood by my fellow Spotify listeners - that one must manually turn on “Private Mode” during each session to prevent others from seeing your musical choices. My tardiness regarding music knowledge hasn’t improved with time. In her defense, Jagged Little Pill had been out for well over a year. It was wry, it was jangly, it was Alanis Morissette’s “Hand in My Pocket.” I tapped a classmate on the shoulder at the end of the performance and whispered, “What song was that?” She looked at me with the most contempt a 9-year-old can muster for another child - truly withering, and etched into my memory with the deep specificity of early mortification - and said, “It’s Alanis Morissette, you idiot.” ![]() Barnabas as a classmate lip-synced to the best song I’d ever heard. Right at that grade-school age when the music you like starts mattering a great deal, I sat cross-legged and rapt in the talent show audience at St.
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