The full name of the EMP Museum (Experience Music Project) is a little misleading since it covers the latest in pop culture in general and not just music. Probably why it usually goes by its initials, though there is a cool little music studio on one of the floors where you can actually record your own songs.
Cue squirm of embarrassment.
Though that didn’t stop me from reading it during the lunch hour. I mean, cat stories! Also, James Herriot, who occupies a comfortingly folksy, quaint, British space in my head as he strides across the Yorkshire countryside to see with gentle humor and compassion the vet needs of the equally quaint and folksy denizens. There are worse ways to pass the time.