I used to be (until extremely recently) obsessed with knowing about bands before anyone else. Buying that soon-to-be-worth-a-month's-salary 7" single when it was first released. Reading the NME searching for groovy new bands til my eyes and ears bled.

A nervous breakdown and a re-think of the important things in life was all it took to break this obsession.

Now, I'm recovering to the point of hopefully being able to happily say, as wharfinger excellently puts it, "I'm out of touch and feeling fine". There's no shame in being the last to know. At least that way all your hip friends can gain pleasure out of feeling in some small way superior to you.

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