"Every time I would play [Plantasia] on the radio or at DJ things, someone would always say that this is their favorite record. They feel like it's their thing because they feel like they discovered it."

After all, not skipping it is the same as choosing it so clearly, six hours of inoffensive synth noodling is what you wanted and since your parents wouldn't understand it must be original.

The on-hold music at the birth center is ten carefully-curated muzak hits, from Percy Faith's "Theme from a Summer Place" to the Tijuana Brass' "Spanish Flea" to Muzak's "Stimulus Progression" cover of "I Am Woman"

And every fuckin' late '20s early '30s independant woman LOVES it. If they knew how to look this shit up they'd listen to it instead, trust me. They just lack the knowledge or chops so "music for plants" is the hipster coding music of choice.

(I actually have a little game of Russian Roulette going on: I've got 12 slots, 11 of which are archetypal elevator music, the last of which is Icona Pop's "I Love It." You know you're doing something right when you get multiple compliments a week on your on-hold music and you haven't changed it in two years)