Remember your teenage parties back in the days?
The later the night, the worse the people attempting to be a DJ? Stumbling over the record player, accidentally scratching your favorite records, exiting songs in mid-play, only playing their personal favorites (on loop) and half-drunkenly defending their position at the DJ table because they thought they were the hot shots calling out the, well, shots?
At times I look at us, at society and I wonder if it’s exactly those 90s kids who actually made it all the way to the top and still think they are the coolest in the room while the really gifted ones, the ones with style, craft and an appropriate intellect just packed their things and started going home.