For a few years my brothers used to drop me off at my middle school. It was on the way to their high school and my eventual one. I have fond, fuzzy memories of being pushed out of a moving vehicle and my brothers' exhortations I did not, at the time, understand the meanings of. Being the last of three brothers each 3 years apart, I was usually at the mercy of their schedules and daily tempers. I started each day getting abused by my brothers only to be bullied for the rest of the day in school by kids twice my size. No wonder I'm cynical.
I always looked forward to those rides. Some memories are special because of what happened. My school-ride memories are all about nostalgia. Also, I picked up a peculiar habit that still surfaces today. This morning, even.
I went to middle school in the early and middle of the 90s. I would argue that some of the best music came out of that half-decade, and every morning was like a mono-colored roulette wheel of quality music.. No matter what played was usually pretty great. This was the Nirvana Generation! This was when Def Leppard was putting out NEW songs (that were good)! When Metallica wasn’t a household name yet! So it was that I developed a predilection for judging the quality of the day ahead by the first song we heard on the radio. Luckily 90s rock is amazing.
I got into the car this morning and, oddly, my radio wasn’t on the worst classical music station in the country (because they broadcast NPR more than music) and was instead on the rock station. The song? Metallica’s Until it Sleeps. Despite the title, it woke up me up and even energized me a little bit.
It was written: today will be epic.
When an awful song came on next, I changed the station – back to the droning NPR and the non-music-playing-classical-music-station. Music today sucks.
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