Lucas from Empire Records is exactly the kind of wise guy I always wanted to meet and have a nice relationship with when I was younger and daydreaming of my potential life as a freshman at NYU. Of course, my hormones were with AJ, but my heart - that was with Lucas. He was weird and cocky, but loyal with a great taste in music and shoes - someone you could really grow old with.
Halloween H20 is on AMC right now. Lots of “Forget you”-s and “bullcrap”-s in lieu of their nastier counterparts.
Lots of teen actors, as well - Josh Hartnett being the only one at the height of his career.
Which is quite the accomplishment. I mean look at his hair. He made at least two movies and was a “teen heartthrob” with that hair cut. The late ’90s were weird.
I was at a bar that had a cover band, and they played requests all night. You wrote the song you wanted and put it in a bowl. The band would play, or try to play, whichever song title that ended up in the singer’s hand. After pulling a string of unknown songs, he pulled out one of my requests. It was Lightning Crashes by Live, and the whole band was so stoked. They did a pretty great cover, and they even looked the part of a mid-90s alt rock band. I’m sure that the whole experience was not entirely unlike when a very attractive and well groomed person pays for sex.
After being a fan for more than a decade, I’m finally seeing Björk live next Wednesday. I’m not sure what you’re supposed to do at a Björk concert, especially for a tour for Biophilia. You can’t dance to it. You can’t really bob your head to it. I could cry, I guess? If she does perform “Hyperballad” for whatever reason, I am so going to cry.
We’ve all made “Crack is wack” jokes, but there was a time when Whitney Houston was a ubiquitous figure in pop culture. Before The Preacher’s Wife, there was this cover of Chaka Khan’s “I’m Every Woman”.
The Internet sorely disappointed me 30 minutes ago, but I think this might make up for it. I couldn’t find the original music video for “As I Lay Me Down” by Sophie B. Hawkins, but I did find a fan video starring a Youtube user’s favorite stuffed animals.
I’m starting a virtual music channel on Tumblr, too, and it will be called Blerg! Jamz. It won’t be as cool or relevant as AwlMusicTV or Ned Hep’s NTV, but it will be nostalgic in a bad way and in a “I WANT MY MTV” way.
Like Dishwalla? Yea, man, tell him all your thoughts on God, because he’s, like, totally on his way to see her or something.
This is what got you a major label recording deal back in the ’90s, folks. This is what got you a hit single. And we just ate that shit up in our pre-adolescence. Ah, the simple, kind of grody days.
Say whaaaaaaaaaaat! Whatever they’re recording now will never top “The Boy is Mine”. Especially if it’s an auto-tune riddled remake of “The Boy is Mine”. Please don’t do that.
Everyone’s all about ’90s nostalgia these days. It’s all mini-backpacks this or Clarissa Explains It All that. Grunge! No Doubt! Tech vests!
Sure, I’m all about that, but there’s more to the ’90s than happy fun times.
Remember night terror inducing stop animation music videos?! Oh, the ’90s. Those were the days. The video for Stinkfist came out in 1996, with heavy rotation on MTV.
Interesting piece of trivia: the title “Stinkfist” was changed to “Track 1” on MTV. Who thinks that would happen now, if music channels actually played music videos?
Hello future self. I am doing this to jog your memory. You have always been one for nostalgia. Also, you can't seem to remember certain details from the past few years. Your name is Soma, by the way. In case you forgot or something.