"They cut off my legs now I'm an amputee god damn you"
That's an awfully angsty way to start a blog post, but i'm actually just listening to some sweet nineties tunes. So no worries, I still have all me limbs.
It's just about 4am. Why would I be sleeping? That doesn't make any sense, right? Because my body has decided, at the ripe old age of just barely 25, that not only can I not eat cake anymore, but also that the best way to deal with stress and unhappiness is to just never ever sleep ever again.
I'm not sick, but I'm not well, as the nineties would say.
Since I've quoted two lines from their song so far, I should clarify that I am listening to Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger. I bet you're thinking, what the fuck song is that? Probably something you don't know, right? Wrong. I don't know that I've ever heard of Harvey Danger before, or the song title "Flagpole Sitta", but I sure as shootin' know the song, and I guarantee you do too. For those of you that did not just click on that link (everyone), let me make it real easy for you, and explain that it's the "Paranoia paranoia everybody's comin to get me" song. If that still doesn't ring any bells for you, then I just fucking hate you. But about 98% percent of the hatred results from the fact that you're probably asleep right now, and I very much am not.
What other vitally important things do I have to share with the world at 4am? Well, I've been doing a lot of 90s reminiscing recently, and daydreaming that if I still lived in a world where I had an apartment and a social life and alcohol and the ability to stay up late and/or eat cake, I would have the super fucking sweetest 90s theme party. And not the late nineties, either. But the awesome flannelly early nineties. I would dress as The Bee Girl. I've always wanted to dress up as the Bee Girl. But I know the reference would go woefully unappreciated, in this world full of people who did not grow up with big brothers who watched a lot of MTV.
Blind Melon, people, BLIND MELON.
You know what? While I'm on a role here and not sleeping, I'm going to list a few of my other favorite nineties songs that nobody fucking knows:
Crash Test Dummies- Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm. Yep, that's the actual song title, people. The band is so badass that they couldn't come up with lyrics they liked for the chorus (bridge? I only pretend to know what parts of a song these words actually apply to) so they said "ah, fuck it, we'll just hum it!" And they did. Also, deepest voice ever. Outdoes Barry White. In part because this guy can't even actually sing at all. But it still sounds awesome. I could actually go on and on about how obsessed I have always been with this song, but every time I do, people think I'm fucking crazy, because a. they have never heard (of) it before, b. they think the lyrics are creepy, c. they think it sounds awful, but oh my god just listen to it it's amazing!
Alanis Morissette- Your House
While this is on Alanis's best-known album, Jagged Little Pill (which everyone should listen to, for the love of GOD) it is a "hidden bonus track". "Hidden bonus track" means that you have to wait through like two minutes of complete silence after the last song on the album, by which time you've drifted off to sleep with your headphones on, before Alanis startles you awake again. Hidden Bonus Tracks are Chapter 847 in "Things That Fill Me With A Firey Rage" by Colleen Weiler. Anyway...this song. Is just. Bitchin. In an album full of rip-roarin' female-empowering girl rock, "Your House" is just...heartbreaking. I just think it's so raw and honest and relatable. If it weren't for my powerful aversion to breaking and entering, I would absolutely rifle through the possessions of theonethatgotaway, and then cry naked in his shower. Would you forgive me, Love?
It's also an excellent PSA on locking your doors when you're not home.
It is ALSO one of the songs that is on my American Idol Fantasy Performances List, but that's a different story for a different day.
I am addicted to the Sirius 90s on 9 radio channel. I JUST heard CTD "Mmmm mmmm..." song this week and remembered how I loved singing it! It's such a dumb ass song, but it's still in my head.
ReplyDeleteAnd "Your House" simply defines the 90s for me. One of the best visual songs ever written in the 90s.
Good post. Hope you got some sleep.
You are my best friend. I think I could talk all day about you just being my bestie. These songs bring back less 90s memories and more Colleen memories for me. Probably because I have heard about each and every one of these songs on numerous occasions (and repeatedly listened to them) with you. They also remind me of PJ. Lame.
ReplyDeleteWell, except for Flagpole Sitta. I knew what that song was called and who it was by for a long time. It is on a lot of my playlists. Good for driving.
So thanks for a walk down memory lane, even though our memories are slightly disjointed but in the same ballpark.