I can't even start writing this blog without thinking about what an utter hypocrite I am.
When I was 12, I obsessed with the Backstreet Boys. I may or may not have wished my Nick Carter poster a good night as I went to sleep. I felt like their music spoke to me the same way Fleet Foxes or Sufjan Stevens do now.
My uncle once asked me if I truly believed I'd be listening to the Backstreet Boys when I was his age. I said yes. They were classic. They'd stick with me forever.
Now I'd rather stick cocktail skewers in my ears.