Honestly, I love watching multi-millionaires squeeze into a cramped office space just to prove they’re "authentic." Nothing says indie soul like performing three feet away from a shelf of dusty encyclopedias while an NPR intern tries to focus on their data entry in the background. It’s basically a zoo for hipsters. I’m just waiting for the day the shelf finally collapses and we get some actual percussion. Who are we kidding? We only watch to see if the singer hits a sour note without their usual auto-tune safety net. 🙄💅