Hate is probably a strong word, but I don’t really care for their music. There’s nothing technically wrong with it, they’re competent musicians, but it all feels boring and generic to me. It’s bland and inoffensive, like it was written to play over a grocery store PA at a barely liminal volume for a middle-aged housewife to absent-mindedly hum along with as she compares laundry soap.
Different Seasons. It’s a collection of four novellas: The Body (which became Stand By Me), Apt Pupil (which is a much better story than it was a movie), Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption (which obviously was made into The Shawshank Redemption), and The Breathing Method (which is a weird rich people telling each other ghost stories type of story). For my money it’s some of his best work.
I remember like 15 or 20 years ago the popular thing was printable papercraft doohickeys that you’d cut out and glue together with aluminum foil on the backside that were like little satellite dishes that mounted on the antennas that were supposed to boost/aim your wifi signal. I gave them a try, but if they made a difference it wasn’t big enough to be noticeable.
Just throwing up any kind of chaff they can find to distract from Epstein.