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I get nervous when people ask me what music I listen to. How do you say, “Literally anything,” without sounding like you’re just a casual listener, especially when I’m anything but casual when it comes to music?

Sometimes, other people’s love of the music you’re playing is only a side effect of the feeling you get from playing that music for yourself.

“Baby Driver” is an infectious joyride because of its stellar performances and standout soundtrack, but ultimately, the film is a triumph for what it represents.

Sticky, sweating bodies pressed together, a sea of red angry faces greet me and a calm voice tells me to “mind the gap”, what hell have I come back to?

A medley of artists narrate our personal growth as individuals, and “Baby Driver” — in its production and narrative — is a joyous and infectious testament to the sentiment that though our tastes inevitably change, some songs refuse to leave us alone.