I know. Ryan Adams just dropped his cover album of 1989 and you don't know how to feel. An artist with indie cred just covered the biggest album of the past two years, and hot damn is it good. I mean, just listen to this track:
You may be feeling confused. You may even feel like this, whispering to yourself or tweeting maniacally as your inner cultural critic loses its shit as your tastes veer ever-closer to popular culture:
But here is a life lesson lesson for you, to speed you along your development: like what you like. You can dig T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets and Real Housewives of Orange County. They're not mutually exclusive. If it's not hurting anybody, it's all good.
The truth will set you free. And you will feel like this.
It feels oh so good, once you shake it off.