Just now, walking home, near 3am on a Saturday night in Denver, someone at 1235 Clarkson was playing “Sleepyhead” by Passion Pit, loudly. I wanted to run up and bang on their door and shout, “You’re my best friend! My soulmate! I’ve been obsessed with that record for the last three days!” Instead I just stood there on the street and listened until the song was over.