I don't know most of these people. Or their songs. I don't know why I watched. Well, watched until I dozed off in the middle.
I'm reminded of watching them with my mother, as she grumbled about not being able to understand what they're saying, sounded more like noise than music, the terrible clothes, on and on. I have become my mother.
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