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Many years ago, I fell for a guy who loved the Beastie Boys. From that point on, every Beastie Boys song reminded me of him. This guy took up residence with the Beastie Boys in my brain – and in my heart. As we frolicked through one nineties hit after another – driving around town, getting ice cream, going to movies, and shaking it on the dance floor – more music got added to my boyfriend’s playlist...My Beastie Boy and I created happy musical memories until I discovered that he had been secretly sharing himself with someone else. On the day I found out, a dial in my brain turned off. Now, when a Beastie Boys song came on the radio, I changed the station. No more. None of it. No more nineties pop songs. Nothing that reminded me of him. So much music was suddenly off the air for me. He had complete control of my radio now. Was I going to find myself chained to smooth jazz?