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TIFU by recognizing a favourite childhood song

Obligatory this was around five years ago.

I was picking up my boyfriend at the time from his job as a line cook. We both had a drink when I got there so we needed to hang out for an hour before heading home in order to be legal. In order to pass the time, he pulled out an mp3 player and was showing me some songs from a bunch of his favourite online creators.

They were really varying in quality--some were really good and others were just ok--but there was one that bugged me. I didn't listen to the lyrics very well because I was trying to figure out why it sounded so familiar. I knew I had never heard any of these before, and yet I could almost have sung along.

All at once I recognized the baseline. The artist had replaced all the lyrics, and the instruments were different, but it was unmistakable. It was #1 Crush. A little startled by the realization, I pulled the headphones off and declared "This is Garbage!"

I have never seen such a wounded expression.

He's younger than me and did not know about the band. If we were not both still stuck there waiting to sober up that might have been our last date. As it was I did get a chance to explain myself. He must have forgiven me because now he doesn't even remember the story. And now we're married.

tl;dr I recognized a cover and upset my husband-to-be by declaring his new favourite song Garbage.

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