Tunes and Nostalgia

I was flipping through the XM radio in my sister's car tonight and came upon Third Eye Blind's Semi-Charmed Life...you know, "doo doo doo - doo doo doo dooo..." The song is so bad that I just had to have a listen. It's all 90s and representative of that time, blah blah blah. Of course, now it's in my head and drilling into my cerebral cortex, threatening to discombobulate all my memories, attention, perceptual awareness, thoughts, language, and consciousness. No biggie. Thanks, Third Eye Blind. A-holes.

I have the idea that the song's meaning is something about drug addiction, but the more I think about it, the more I feel it might apply to me and my plight. Do I really have a "plight"??? Am I that important? Am I so self-important that I'm assigning myself a plight? Come on.. But seriously. What I'm sayin' is this:

These lyrics?

And I come on like a freak show takes the stage
We give them the games they play

She said I want something else
To get me through this semi-charmed kind of life
I want something else
I'm not listening when you say good-bye

I think they might describe me and my aversion to reality. My focus on what would be ideal. My constant struggle for that which is missing. And that fact that I'm a fucking mess.

Also, I hate when the singer says "good-BYYYYYYEEEEE." So annoying.

It's a terrific night, weather-wise, tonight. There is what can actually be described as a cool breeze happening on Cathy's deck. And the crickets are a lovely background noise accompanying my July soundtrack. I savor these outdoor night moments alone. All I know is my apartment better have a decent deck or whatever.

Had a great time with my sister and mom tonight. We listened to bunches of my old 45s and 33s. Those are records. The black plastic* things you play with a needle. Listened to a lot of 80s stuff and some of my dad's albums, too. My dad liked listening to music. And my sister reminded me of this one time, when Dad was reading the newspaper, and he announced "Phish is going on tour." We were all astounded. He was into, ya know, Cat Stevens, Elton John, Frankie Valli, and Doo-wop and junk. However, he liked to talk about Fifty Cent. And he knew Barenaked Ladies were men.

My mom really likes A-ha's Take On Me. I can't hear that song without thinking of the video. It was so cool. The singer actually went into a rough-draft comic? strip. So cutting edge.

The Wham! song Freedom is a well-formulated pop song. Wonder if it was written to be a pop hit? Or if it just accidentally ended up that? My sister drew all over George Michael's face on my Make It Big album cover. She was a hater.

I was perplexed and disappointed to find most of my INXS records are mysteriously missing. Sads. Maybe they were actually tapes? Wonder where my tapes are?

Oh, the memories. Oh, the questionable music I used to love. Imagine what I'll think of the songs I listen to now when I'm 50?

*oh wait, shit! It's vinyl. Sorry. I suck.