my husband is a pro, he's been doing it for years. he inconspicuously plays music from a band i don't know for months on end. then he starts with the subtle mentioning that this band is coming around soon. after a few weeks of pressure i agree to go with him, mostly so that he doesn't have to go by himself. we sucker my sister and her fiance to babysit. next we go to the show which features slightly attractive men on stage (most anyone looks good playing an instrument, even the one who resembled Jack Sparrow). i have a great time, recognizing most of the songs because even though i wasn't paying attention all those months my subconscious was. an wha-la the next morning i can't get enough of -in this case- Nada Surf. he's good. truth be told no matter how much i kick and scream on the way to a show i almost always end up loving the band in the end.
i dare you to listen to this song and not love it. go ahead and try.
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