I still remember when I heard this for the first time.
100% Fun had just come out, and like a lot of 90s teenagers, I ran out on release day and picked it up. Thanks to MTV, I already knew how kick-ass “Sick of Myself” was (mentioned previously) and so I eagerly awaited hearing the rest of the album. And there I was, doing some evening chores and occasionally catching a glimpse of the liner notes, when the pedal steel kicked in.
And then the tears kicked in right on cue. Before the second verse kicked in, I was a blubbering wreck in my parents’ living room.
Sixteen years later and I still remember. I was torn up over a girl, and this song hit me right in the sternum. I felt terrible, because that’s what good songs about sadness do, but eventually I got it out of my system.
As much as I would love to claim otherwise, I am a product of my memories, no matter how badly I want to distance myself from them. I still need memories like this to understand what’s going on now.
