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A Marshall Crenshaw memory from 1982: Junior year in college, and I'm attending a party in a neighborhood across from campus. Music is being provided by the most reliable party source of those times—cassette tapes played on a boombox. A guy slips in a mixtape, and Crenshaw's "Cynical Girl" rings out—and "rings" is the correct word because, like it or not, guitars can chime. The song was somehow new wave yet old-fashioned, polite yet primal, and I was hooked. Still am, with that song's pure pleasures wiping away any cynicism that's built up over the decades since. —Rick Cornell
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