Even if I had to get up at 5 a.m. there was no chance I was passing up the opportunity to live out our own VICE Munchies episode.
Even before you hear it (or especially before you hear it) a song titled “One” will seem much more powerful than a song, say, called “Two,” or “Three,” or even “One Hundred.”
Regardless of the doomer alarmism that dominates my progressive-leaning social media feeds about the looming terrors of artificial intelligence, I remain an outlier who imagines a world where AI does not control us, but instead works as a partner.
Like a washed up athlete or someone who peaked in high school, the cast of VPR live in a bubble fueled by delusions of grandeur, deep-seated and unrecognized insecurities, and a profound lack of perspective.
It may not make you pump your fist, but you’re absolutely going to sing along if someone does it at karaoke.
