problems with my itunes has me reloading the music that’s on my computer back into the player.<\/p>\n
That is a treacherous path down memory lane. I have an odd assortment of music on the computer.<\/p>\n
Gin Blossoms. WOW, that’s memory lane. it’s under the genre heading Alternative & Punk.<\/p>\n
Alternative. I remember asking what that was supposed to mean.<\/p>\n
“It’s like Heavy metal, but about how your life sucks…”<\/p>\n
Does anyone else remember the Flannel shirt days of seattle music like me? I haven’t met anyone who does in a long time. But the GBs were from that time, and I am there<\/em> again.<\/p>\n Nirvana can follow Cobain to wherever he went, they were never my anthems. But the Gin Blossoms, a million weird college bands never to be heard from again…They Might be Giants, Linda Perry’ screaming “WHAT”S GOING ON?” <\/a>and the doc marten shod cranberries…”Do you have to…do you have to…?”<\/a><\/p>\n “Step out the front door like a ghost into a fog That slammed me in the gut..the struggle for selfhood and to be noticed in the big wide world of other people’s importance…<\/p>\n I remember beign grateful that huge clothing and torn jeans were in, because the homeless look was just about all I could afford at the time. I was POOR.<\/p>\n way poor<\/p>\n and then in ’95 I moved to California, and that’ about when I met Alanis. SHE <\/a>let me know just how pissed off I was.<\/p>\n “I dont’ mean to pick you apart you see Those were the days.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" problems with my itunes has me reloading the music that’s on my computer back into the player. That is a treacherous path down memory lane. I have an odd assortment of music on the computer. Gin Blossoms. WOW, that’s memory … Continue reading
\nwhere no on notices the contrast of white on white<\/a>”<\/p>\n
\nbut I can’t help it…
\n..all I really want is some patience..
\na way to calm the angry voice…
\nand all i really want is deliverance”<\/p>\n