fandomtownies | The streets, Wednesday afternoon

So, it'd taken him a little while (and no small amount of feeling really old), but Roland had finally worked out the internet well enough to use YouTube.

Which apparently was better than some modern artists, as it took him all of five minutes to conclude that what the fox says is a horrifying banshee-like shriek that he was surprised the Dark hadn't yet claimed as its own.

He'd also managed to discover that not all modern music had gone the "disco without the soul" route of dance pop anthems. Some of the newer music was even really good. (He didn't think it was a coincidence how many of them were from Canada.)

For instance, the melancholy little love song he was currently singing about curling. You just couldn't get a metaphor like that from American football.

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