In high school, during my prime obsessive music nerd years, I should have been diving headfirst into Joe Jackson, Elvis Costello, The Clash, The Specials, Talking Heads, all that late ’70s magic. Instead, I had my heels dug in like a stubborn mule. Punk? New Wave? Short hair and suits? Absolutely not. As anyone with a functioning brain knew, today’s music sucked.