Internal dandruff
Have I always been wrong in my assumption that Natalie Imbruglia's 1998 hit "Torn" is about getting fucked too hard and experiencing vaginal tearing? Evidently I am a pervert for thinking so...and have been for over a decade.
I feel like 1998 was one of the last years when having a hit single meant anything. It was a pre-Napster (not to mention pre-9/11) time that we can never live again when musical recordings were still enjoyed in the form of a round disc which you physically held in your hand and played using an electronic device that didn't come with a mouse. And you actually had to go out to a store to purchase such a disc, which would come in a semi-fragile jewel case for which you then had to find space on a shelf filled with countless others. File sharing was something only the nerdiest of nerds did, and whatever files they shared usually weren't very cool.
The concept of keeping music on a hard drive is a mixed blessing for me. I hate the way it's changed the face of music consumption for all time, but I have to admit it's nice to have the extra space in my home that once would have been taken up by bulky shelves of media that, for the most part, I'd only make use of once in a while. Instead, that space can now provide a tad bit of extra room for those moments when I get the urge to do a cartwheel.
I'm thinking about dying my hair grey to match my unhip outlook on our ever-changing world. I also want to do it as part of an inexplicable desire I've had to make myself look like Bea Arthur from her "Maude" days. I just hope if I succeed in doing this I won't wind up sleeping with someone who looks like Bill Macy.
I feel like 1998 was one of the last years when having a hit single meant anything. It was a pre-Napster (not to mention pre-9/11) time that we can never live again when musical recordings were still enjoyed in the form of a round disc which you physically held in your hand and played using an electronic device that didn't come with a mouse. And you actually had to go out to a store to purchase such a disc, which would come in a semi-fragile jewel case for which you then had to find space on a shelf filled with countless others. File sharing was something only the nerdiest of nerds did, and whatever files they shared usually weren't very cool.
The concept of keeping music on a hard drive is a mixed blessing for me. I hate the way it's changed the face of music consumption for all time, but I have to admit it's nice to have the extra space in my home that once would have been taken up by bulky shelves of media that, for the most part, I'd only make use of once in a while. Instead, that space can now provide a tad bit of extra room for those moments when I get the urge to do a cartwheel.
I'm thinking about dying my hair grey to match my unhip outlook on our ever-changing world. I also want to do it as part of an inexplicable desire I've had to make myself look like Bea Arthur from her "Maude" days. I just hope if I succeed in doing this I won't wind up sleeping with someone who looks like Bill Macy.