A crucial moment in my musical education came at the age of fifteen, as I was flipping through TV channels and landed on one of those digital music networks. You know, the ones that everyone has, but no one ever watches,except me, because, I was not woke. I read the screen and saw the name Vampire Weekend, a band that I’d never heard of, playing “A-Punk,” a song I’d never heard before. Young and dismissive, my unprepared and untrained ears weren’t ready for the rhythms that Rostam Batmanglij so often brought to Vampire Weekend’s signature sound. Listening for the first time, my inexperienced ears quickly got in touch with my brain: “What the hell is this? I don’t get this. Fuck this,” before turning the TV off.