Very aware that revisiting stuff with which you’re not entirely-familiar yields mixed reactions.
I’ve written a lot about the revelation that re-listening to Exile In Guyville was.
Latest thing?
Totes-didn’t-used-to-do-evil video site has been giving me lots of Nirvana lately.
Hmm. I’ll go re-listen to Bleach, something I probably haven’t done since about 1996.
It’s kind of what I remember, and expected.
Was it good? Again, hmm. (And now Marin Mull is slipping through my scarred brain…)
It fits with the time. Not nearly as good as Nevermind, but that’s kind of to be expected.
It’s uncomfortably hot here. Get drinks delivered. Let’s look for liquor delivery. Okay. There is one. And they’ve got World Cup specials. Segram’s 7. Ooh! I’ll try to make a 7&7! The liquor was the easy part; nobody had 7-Up. Like nobody. I seem to remember there being something about that on Numlock not long ago, but I’m too out of it to find the story.
Oh well. Try it with club soda. Unimpressed.
So, scanned prompts.
“What does it mean to be a work in progress?”
The subtitle of this shitty blog should probably provide some insight. Nothing is ever truly finished, and everything gets deleted.
How much you can learn from past errors is questionable, but few things ever remain exactly as they were.
Circling back to Nirvana, Smells Like Teen Spirit sounded completely different after mixing. What Kurt Cobain described as a peppy song turned darker.
And, yes, I was, and still am, entertained.
“How can I be gentler with myself in the process?”
I’m actually wondering if this scanned correctly. But it’s unimportant. Wherever I could have been my greatest self is in a fading rear-view. I’m broken. I’m almost certain that even if in the unlikely event that my various MS maladies are “cured,” I’m still on the downslope of life. There’s no memorable achievements ahead. So, fight entropy, and hope some people who care about me outlive me, and remember me fondly.
Wonder if the AI review would say that that’s raw, honest.
One reply on “7 & 7”
When I recall the time in my life when that song came out I was in my freshman year of high school. That took place in the Junior High because there was no room for the freshman at the high school at the time. Chesapeake schools were very overcrowded. I remember a school talent show where a group of kids tried to cover it close to when it came out. The response from the adults was much like the character Huey Lewis played in Back to the Future in response to Marty’s band. I wasn’t hip and didn’t care for much modern pop music at the time. I was an old soul then. I appreciate some of the music from my youth now a little more than I did then. At that time in my life I was a miserable misunderstood nerd child. Songs like Smells Like Teen Spirit bring back strong memories of how out of place I felt during those band auditions knowing I didn’t really fit in anywhere in the social strata that was around me at the time and desperately wanting to be one of the “cool kids.” I never did hit “cool kid” status, even in my adult life. I had just started my broadcast adventures at WFOS in the summer of 1991 and had no idea then how that would shape so much of my future later on. I guess my life then is not much different than the any teenage nerd during that time period. I was recently reminded of those times last fall at my 30th high school reunion. I still felt a little out of place in that group of high achievers that I graduated with. I did not fell as awkward as I did when I was a teen around them. They thought it was cool that they hear me on the radio from time to time and thought that I had made it. If they only knew the true reality for most people who aspire to be broadcasters they would think differently. I let them know that I still had to work a “real job” to be able to afford to be on the radio. Sometimes life doesn’t shape up like the motivational posters on the guidance counselor’s walls like they say it will. I have found true success to be forging genuine relationships with people that create quality long lasting friendships more than anything in my professional life. Because true genuine friends was all I really wanted at the time when my world smelled like teen spirit and I was consumed with teen angst.