Today, on two separate occasions, I totally rocked out in my car. I’m talking full-blown-air-drums-singing-at-top-volume-dancing-behind-the-steering-wheel rocking out. Which, in itself, is fine. The confession part comes in when I tell you what I was rocking out to:

and this:

You may commence mocking me now, but I stand firm: Matthew Sweet kicked ass. Although I now think Billy Corgan is a hack.

Advertisements