It was 1983, and my sophomore year, and the Sony Walkman was as new a friend to the student, as it was an enemy of the teacher. Just before Spanish class, Marcy Norris – arguably the coolest girl in school – was rapt by the music in her headphones.
“What are you listening to?” I asked.
“The The,” she said, passing me the headphones, “Here, listen.”
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