Overheard.

While sitting and tapping away on my computer at my local coffeeshop in the uber hipster area of LA, I couldn't help but overhear this adorable exchange between two hipster types playing a game of chess and discussing music:

hipster 1: "yeah, so we were in the studio for days on end and I finally knocked out this sick little jam with a guitar instead of a keyboard.  They were all telling me that it was too electronic, too disco.  I couldn't figure out what they wanted and it just came to me when I heard some awful guilty pleasure song on 80s radio.  It was ridiculous."

hipster 2: "naw, man.  sometimes you need really bad music to inspire really good shit.  hey, you know what song is so embarrassing but I love?

hipster 1: "what's that."

hipster 2: "You know that pina colada song?  You know, the guy gets sick of his girl, reads about this awesome one in the paper, they meet up, and it turns out the awesome girl was his own girl the entire time? I don't remember the words but she says something about pina coladas and doing other awesome stuff that he never knew about her."

hipster 1: "oh yeah, something about like dancing in the rain or something."

hipster 2: "I would never admit this publicly, but that song is awesome."

I wanted so badly to proclaim "ah! i have it right here! dont you want to listen to it?!"
But I didnt.  Because you know, I didnt want to call him out.  publicly.