I discovered this not by keeping one ear on the radio, which I don’t have listening time for anyway, or watching videos, which with Azalea I learned to tolerate and occasionally admire only after duty called (love her tentative sneer, hate the irrelevant “Black Widow”), but by sticking the physical CD in a changer with roughly similar candidates and waiting for it to grab me - or not, which is usually how this process turns out. The Summer of Iggy Azalea: The Billboard Cover Story
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