I have a lot of memories from when I was a kid of riding in my dad’s Buick station wagon while we listened to oldies on the radio. He wasn’t one to sing along, but he had this incredible, encyclopedic knowledge of the pop music of the fifties and sixties that he was always sharing. He knew all the band names, who the different members were, and why they broke up. And while the music just felt dated to me, I loved to listen to him talk about it.