Oh, Man.

Now I know how the Baby Boomers felt.

When I read this article I very nearly threw up.

There are songs from 1995 that it would have been okay to screw with.

"Stars" is not one of those songs.
"Stars" is a room in a little Wicker Park storefront apartment in the heat of summer, with a mattress and box-spring on the floor in one corner, a cinderblock table, and rummage-sale furniture. It's playing in the fire-hydrant on the way to an apartment full of strangers. It's wondering where we're going to get money for a guitar, for a meal, for a fix. It's lying inert watching a pawnshop-reject TV because it's too hot to move and outside people are dying by the hundreds. It's 25-cent sodas, stealing toilet paper, eating at soup kitchens, and scrounging change for the ice-cream man.

I do not want to see this commercial.