So I went downtown tonight and, surprisingly, had quite a good time. Normally I'm disgusted by just about everything I see whenever I venture there, but tonight was quite different. While not entirely the reason, I suspect that the music playing at the bars had something to do with it. Some of the highlights are as follows:
1) Rage Against the Machine "Bulls on Parade" (at Backstreets)
2) Alanis Morissette "You Oughta Know" (Tiger Town)
and finally 3) Montell Jordan "This is How We Do It" (Overtime)
Can you say 1994-96, relived?
It really took me back to late middle school/early high school--a time I've been reminiscing a lot about lately. You know, buying cigarettes illegally. Parties thrown when parents went out of town. Worrying what people thought about me, what was cool, what was not. School-sponsored dances where the guys didn't know what to do with their hands. (I still don't, by the way. I do something similar to a Ludacris 'bows thing mixed with an Irish boxer's stance.) Anyway, as I was saying, those days. Strange, but I think I kind of miss some of that, for lack of a better word, naiveté. Stuff like wanting to be a professional athlete or a police officer or an astronaut (or for you girls, a ballerina or something like that). Occupations I wished I could be until I learned that athletes were dumb and didn't give a shit about fans, that cops were dicks, and that astronauts--well, I guess they're still cool. Regardless, the point is I was young--innocent--happy to just be alive. Of course I was also uncomfortable around girls, unfathomably self-indulgent (I used to be that guy who was always playing guitar for girls--yeah, that guy), and pretty much unscrupulous. Hmm, on second thought, maybe it wasn't so great after all...