"Baker Street" played on our tape of Muzak, our endless Muzak cassette. Hearing "Baker Street" in the middle of the night when I knew I was up later than everyone I knew, and that I was working, that always just kind of carried the weight of what being an adult would be: this grand disillusionment, this grand constant striving towards something that you will never really achieve, this grand burnout. I love that about "Baker Street."