Ah, the 90′s. A time of great change in the world and my life. A time filled with ups and downs, some I wish to remember, some to forget. Music, for better or worse, is the soundtrack of that time.
So when I went to the gym today and heard the song that tortured me the first few weeks of college I was a tad disappointed. Then when the next one played I began getting irritated. Ah, a ray of hope! The next song I actually like and the trainer went over and skipped it. Song after song reminding me of drunk frat boys and stupid girls wearing too much makeup and too little clothing dancing on a sticky floor around a keg.
Funny part is, i thought I liked the 90′s. I have fond memories linked to music. Wu-tang, Biggie, Madonna, Spice Girls… see a pattern? I definitely lean towards to Rap/pop side of things. I did like rock too though, I saw Marilyn Manson and NIN live. I guess there was just history I didn’t want to remember with each of the songs I heard today.
The best example is “No Rain” by Blind Melon. My freshman year of college, like many people, I had a suitemate I did not get along with. She and I could not find common ground on anything, and neither of us was willing to try. One holiday weekend, she went home and left her stereo blasting and her door locked. The song on repeat? “No Rain” of course. Three days and nights of that song every time I was in my room.
So hearing this story, do you understand my agitation as I am struggling to lift weights and have to listen to it, and other such music? Never again, i say.