I heard that in Portland, the dream of the 90s is alive. I like Phil Collins, but I can no longer imagine a snobby rock critique being directed at a contemporary performance of his. In fact, I feel like that kind of review would just be comedic if were about a pop star because the expectation is vapid bubble gum, whereas it would make sense if it were about a band that no one over 35 had ever heard of.

Thanks for transcribing that. The article and the response really brought me back to a simpler time.