I hugged my a/c.
And made sweet love to my wi-fi.
Brass band marches written in another century (John Philip Sousa, et al), I absolutely love. Give me some horns and snare drums. Give me Seventy-Six Trombones and Stars and Stripes Forever.
Sappy, sentimental, slow songs about America can fuck right off the planet. They’re the reason I can’t watch fireworks displays on TV with the sound on.