Eight years ago I was sitting in my now-roommate Josh's bedroom watching him and his little brothers play Halo, because, you know, I sucked ass and got creamed every time I tried. We'd hooked up his iPod classic to one of those gaming chairs with the speakers in the side. I had just started really getting into music at the time; I grew up in Bowling Green, Kentucky on a farm where the only music I'd been exposed to fell either into George Strait style country music or classic rock. Of course, I was still in 8th grade. Josh and I had just started becoming friends, so we were still doing the whole, testing the waters thing when it came to music. You know, the whole, throw the whole iPod on shuffle and just say fuck it and hope the other guy likes it.