We all have that one song that we immediately associate with the favorite times of our lives. Or two songs. Or better yet, that one year where we remember all the music we heard.
It was 1995 for me. My family had FINALLY gotten cable six months before, and the wonders of MTV were finally made available to me. I developed a weird habit of watching music videos on this channel. All you young kids out there, that's what MTV used to be for. And as much as it was about Biggie and Tupac, Wu-Tang, Nice -n- Smooth, Smif -n- Wessun, and L.O.N.S. , I developed a love for rock acts at the time: Hootie and the Blowfish, Blues Traveler, Green Day, Seven Mary Three, REM.
This week I got nostalgic and youtubed some older music. The videos are quite dated, and we look at some of it in the "I can't believe people wore that stuff on purpose" way, but I can't help but be brought back to my senior year of high school -- Edward R. Murrow in Brooklyn, where grunge, alternative and hip-hop kids somehow all got along. I remember the clothes, the friends, the smells, even the bagel shop on Avenue M, right outside the train station. I remember the security guards, the hangouts, and the countless hours lost to spades and dominoes.
And as the memories wash over me I realize one inescapable fact: I'm not 16 anymore. Sigh.