Grungey but not Smelley

Empty table in an otherwise empty room

Young girl
Centre of her own attention

Mother reads aloud
Child tries to understand it
Tries to make her smile…

(Excerpted from Daugther by Pearl Jam)

Grief. The sounds of my youth were rather depressing weren’t they? After the happy clappy of NKOTB (I still can’t see who among them were supposed to be good looking) in came darkness.

Nirvana is supposed to be a state of bliss, yet dear Kurt was wailing about. Ditto the homely sounding Pearl Jam and their ditty about dementia. Who else were there? Hmm… Soundgarden, Nine Inch Nails, Smashing Pumpkins, ok these last two actually sound slightly painful.

But it wasn’t all doom and gloom, Extreme and the beautiful Nuno Bettencourt were there so were REM, Annie Lennox, Sting, George Michael and of course, the two Ms – Madonna & Michael Jackson – don’t forget them just yet.

It was actually a cheerful time. Or maybe I’m just being a teenager. One day it’s all pain, angst, bitterness, next day its Shiny Happy People with Groove is in the Heart who likes to party with Take That!

Ah, who am I kidding? I’m a top 40 gal with rock n roll leaning and classical music for good measure. I’m way too happy to be deep into the grunge culture. I wish mr. Cobain was still alive. Look at Dave! Still rockin, relevant, and from a girlie pov, totally swoon-worthy ๐Ÿ˜‰ So there you go Eddie, after all these years, Seattle still lives in my playlist!