I pumped up Matisyahu before the "One Day" video was even in production.
I was jamming to Mumford and Sons before they were editing "Lion Man" for the radio.
I had Adelle on my playlist way before she was featured at the VMAs.
People often brag about knowing bands before they become popular, but honestly I couldn't care less.
It's not that I seek out to find the "next big thing" before anyone else.
It's a proximity hazard.
My college roommate Sam is a music connoisseur and has this unnatural talent of finding obscure music that eventually sweeps the nation.
While rooming together, I loved how she would introduce me to new bands. When we visit, one of the many things I look forward to is scrolling through her new music.
I miss dancing to Indi music together.
I miss the many ways she remixed "Survive."
I miss cruising with the windows down (not by choice; her AC was broken) and listening to her newest discovered jam as loud as her speakers would permit.
I miss my Mantha.
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