Michael Jackson was playing through the shitty speakers. The song ended, and the radio announcer started gushing about how many zillions of records M.J. had sold, so excited about the massive triumph. Ignoring the artistic greatness of M.J., I thought, I don’t give even the tiniest little speck of shit. I’d never cared about mainstream success, and if anything, it repelled me. If something was popular, it meant it was boring, and I didn’t want to hear it.
