I wanna make a movie about a college music teacher, a full-fledged Ph.D. He doesn't listen to popular music. He composes esoteric, oddly inscrutable pieces that premier in obscure locations throughout the world. He makes his students attend an annual 4-hour festival of music like his. He instills fear into them; fear of pop culture and the "real world". He likes his job. He was a dork in high school and now all the cool kids take his class. One day while walking to the parking lot he hears a song on someone's car stereo. It's pretty. He quickly walks on by. He gets to the faculty parking lot and hears the same song playing in another teacher's car. He rolls up his window and drives home. When he gets there he finds his son, whom he does not get along with, listening to the same song. His blood begins to boil a bit, but he manages to ask his son, "Would you please turn that down? I have papers to grade." All throughout the rest of the evening, the song sticks in his head. He makes up reasons not to like it. He uses his musical knowledge to thoroughly deconstruct the song and scientifically determine why he shouldn't like it.
He wakes up that night a bit hot, sweaty, and sad. Ex-wife. Can't talk to the kid. Other things. Old regrets. The song comes to him. It helps him. He must find it. He hurries into his office/study, turns on his radio, frantically trying to find a pop station. The dial breaks of in his hand. He turns on the computer. They have internet radio nowadays. Nothing. Nothing. MTV at 3:30a.m. is no help either. He suddenly remembers an old transistor radio buried in the closet. Soon the room is covered with debris from the closet. The teacher pulls out a suitcase and a stack of boxes spills onto the floor. The old radio slides across the floor and underneath a desk. His current wife and son, awoken by the noise, find the teacher curled up on the floor of his study, the small transistor radio pressed tightly to his ear, tears streaming down his cheeks.