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Tonight I decided I wanted to hear Angry Chair on the way home, which lead me to listening to all of Dirt, which reminded me of my senior year in high school.Now, y’all know I’m a dork. I’ve always been a dork, but it took me awhile to embrace that and have fun with it. When I was 17 I was completely in denial. I thought I was bad ass, I was angsty as fuck, and I took myself very, very seriously.This is what I remembered as I revisited Dirt tonight: I remembered locking myself in my room and writing bad poetry with the music blasting. But, even more clearly, I remember listening to Dirt on headphones and whisper/growling along at the dining room table while I did my calculus homework. It never occurred to me how stupid it was to sing with feeling to songs about Heroin abuse because I was stressed out about math problems. The main reason it never occurred to me was because I didn’t actually realize what the hell he was talking about. It was an entire year later when someone explained to me what “horse” was. Ah, good times. (Dork.)









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