i think it becomes more amusing as we become older. like, if a young Gregory Broussard got out of Chrysler Fifth Avenue wearing a dayglo orange vinyl suit and walked down Flatbush carrying a set of speakers playing "Egypt, Egypt" loud-as-fuck, microdosing Brooklyn podcasters would crap themselves tweeting about how the edgiest future of art music just happened until the two guys in their 60s playing chess started doing perfectly sync'd isolation moves.