Here’s what I’ve decided: you can’t understand The Cars until you’re over 30.

“Drive” is the sound of divorce on vinyl. That’s just something you don’t get when you’re nine and obsessed with boys who wear blush. And there are many, many more things you don’t get until you are on YouTube conducting a search for the sound of divorce. But when the pieces eventually come together, there you are, feeling differently than you did when you were a child about Rick Ocasek’s strange, long face, and realizing that you now feel differently about everything.



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