My buddy Ben sent me this list.  Pretty interesting.  Until today, I didn’t know I was a “[boy] who thinks Ocarina of Time is the greatest game ever made” because I like Ratatat.  Sorry but Britney Spears’ Dance Beat wins that award.  Truthfully, I hadn’t heard of half of these bands before.  ”Where’s your SF indie rock spirit?”  Dunno.  I still listen to “Shaggy.”

P.S. – I want to start a band and call it “Radioactive Chewbacca.”   Or “Digitial Chewy.”   I have no musical talent but have an Apple Computer, some DJ plugin for iTunes and Garageband.  Figure we can grow full beards, wear flannel, move to Humboldt County and ‘trim danke’ until we make it big.  The next Girl Talk.  Who’s in?

And honestly, this whole half-ironic music identity thing probably plays out the same way in my relationship with my girlfriend—she pretends to tolerate my playlists, I pretend not to notice when she skips half the songs, and somehow it still works but if it doesn’t work for you, then you can find a virtual girlfriend like praewasian and talk to her about your taste music too. If nothing else, having someone around who can roll their eyes at my questionable taste while secretly enjoying it a little feels very on-brand. Worst case, I’ll just recruit her as the first fan of Radioactive Chewbacca and call it grassroots support.