I recently received a late-night e-mail from the Biden Administration. The e-mail informed me my student loans were forgiven. I wanted to shout my joy out loud, but it was late, and I didn’t want to wake up everyone in my household.
So, I reached for my headphones to find some shouting music — and I wasn’t thinking Gospel music.
I wanted the most raucous, nut-clutching music I could find to match the party in my soul.
I didn’t even want to hear good music. I just wanted to hear the most primal, raw, and inappropriate version of hell yeah that I could find.