The music was an outlet; a salve for the wounds caused by the world.
Like an aggressive loose dog, a driver speeding on the wrong side of the street, or rebellious teenagers who tell oppressive authority figures 'we ain't listening' without giving it a second thought.
Some of the scars were specific to that year, while others were the latest incarnation of larger societal issues... but no matter what the cause was, the pain gave us a reason to party.
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