But wait! When searching for your song you also get: 1) some girl in her basement playing a cover on piano, 2) some dude in his bedroom playing a cover on guitar, 3) some lonely divorcee’s ripped version where lyrics scroll across static images of sunsets, 4) some crappy handheld video taken from the back row of a shitty venue from 2009. What a bargain!
C’mon, stop it. We Americans are bad at many things, but no one can refute that Americans have created some damn good beer over the last two decades.