To wit, I loaded a bunch of albums that I got at Pennsic onto iTunes. No, that wasn’t the bad judgment call. What was the bad judgment call was listening to one album in particular, which had a collection of some of the classic filthy songs of our culture, which then proceeded to remind me of all the classic filthy songs that I learned twenty years ago, and now I’ve got them stuck in my head.
How bad is it? Look, I can’t even tell you which ones they are. My reputation would suffer by merely admitting that I’ve even heard of them. It’s that bad.
So now I need to figure out a suitable brain bleach.