Music From the 90's

Let's see... a little update since it has been so horribly long since I posted. The Sig and I went on vacation at the end of December beginning of January which was nice but would have been nicer if I hadn't been so ill. Why was I ill? Because my gallbladder went bad. This is the short of things led to surgery on the Thursday before last. Obviously I am doing much better.

I was going through my closet the other day (apparently I do things like that when recovery from surgery, I don't know why I just do them) and I turned on one of the satellite radio stations that I probably do not use as much as I should. I found a 90's station and changed it approprietly to the music I listened to in highschool and still enjoy a great deal. I expected Nirvana, Pearl Jam, STP, Smashing Pumpkins, and all of the other great bands that started the grunge movement that defines my generation. I was shocked to get on Foo Fighters song and nothing else but a bunch of songs that conjured up many forgotten memories of my changing the radio station in my car cursing at the gods of music for allowing "Hit me Baby one More Time" to find its way to my ears. I was amazed at how many crappy songs rolled across before I finally changed the channel. It was the Spice Girls "If You Want to Be My Lover" that finally broke the camels back (thinking about that I'm comparing myself to a camel and I don't think I like it) that was the last straw (that's better)the sassy british vocals brought with it a memory of driving with my old highscool chum aptly tilted 'Little Gay David' in a VW Beattle and he singing that song as loud as he could while tearing up the California highways. I must have been pretty loaded at the time since I am pretty sure I was singing it too. By the way has anyone else ever realized that they were behaving far more zesty than they normally would while with a smaller peppy-er person? Anyway, I digress, so there I am sitting on my bed holding a shirt having a very vivid flashback of my youth that probably could have remained a memory long buried only to reappear in regression sessions of therapy that will probably be brought on at my 45th birthday when I fully intend to have a mental breakdown at the realization that my youth has passed me by. Until then I will just stay away from the spice girls and 90's music stations.

On a similar note, I ran down the street the other day to buy a smoothie. I suppose it was my own fault for going around 3:30, but given I never really think about school hours since like most dregs I'm normally at work. Anyway I find myself waiting for my smoothie surrounded by teenagers, as any adult knows this is generally an annoyance, and as any teenager knows they are rebelling against the man which all adults symbolize and since they had the numbers the adults were the true annoyance and unwanted invaders of their space. As I climbed into the Honda the Sig turned to me and said "Do you realize there were kids in there that can drive that were born in the 90's?" It would have almost have been as commical if the Sig had said "Hey look over there!" and punched me in the face. So in return I turned to the Sig and said "Do you realize our child is growing up in a world where Kurt Cobain is dead?" I probably shouldn't have said that, I didn't like the way he went all white in the face. Ah well, the world keeps turning.