No, it's not that I didn't love Nirvana as much as the next person; "Nevermind" was my soundtrack junior year of college, when I was M.E. for my college rag and had to put in many, many long, booze-fil ... oh, wait, CAFFEINE-filled hours of layout. It was, and is, great music. But the fact is, the guy had some big, serious pain that he couldn't overcome and a fatal addiction to an unmerciful drug on top of it. Yeah, it's unfortunate, but I guess I'm just not tapped into the emotion.

Actually, the one that disturbed me more was the death of INXS' Michael Hutchence in 1997. THAT was a talented band who's time ended too soon.
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Ladies, has an ex-boyfriend ever called you up and, in the course of talking to you, brought up your sexual past as a way to entice you into seeing them again? It's not like I have exes flocking to my door every day, but when they do, they invariably bring up past sexual excursions, the most memorable of which came about seven years ago, when my first official high-school boyfriend looked me back up. It was after he and his wife were separated/divorced/otherwise not together because he was hitting her (of course, SHE was hitting HIM, too. Not surprisingly, that wasn't the first clue that re-getting involved with this guy was NOT AN OPTION, but I digress) and after he'd called my house at least five or six times after my folks told him I was working. Oh yeah, and after he showed up at my house one Sunday morning with his toddler daughter, leaving her IN THE CAR IN THE MIDDLE OF JANUARY. So, he picks me up for our date -- hey! I didn't find out about the hitting until we were in the car, so what was I supposed to do? -- and before we even left the driveway, he says to me, "You know, we almost lost our virginity together. Do you remember that?"

"Oh, YEAH! That's when you tried to stick your whole hand up my twat thinking that would turn me on! I remember! We were by the train tracks, and one of us was going to end up ON the tracks if you. didn't. stop. doing. that."

Now, that's not what I ended up saying to him; I think my response at the time was akin to, "Um ... eeeyeah. Yeah ..." But that's the standard answer I plan on giving to any idiot that uses that tactic again, regardless of whether he tried to stick his hand up my twat by the train tracks or not.

Feel free to pilfer that if it suits your purposes.
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Reminds you of your youth: "The Things We Do For Love," 10cc -- the first song I remember hearing over and over on WLS AM when I was ... oh, hell, seven, I think? Had to be. I remember hearing it while driving through the cemetery with my mom on our way to visit Grandma's grave.
Gives you the chills: "Stripped (live version)," Depeche Mode -- the beginning of that song, the way it builds momentum? Sweet. Find it on the "Say Anything" soundtrack.
Makes you want to bang your head: 3-way tie: "Just One Fix," Ministry (when they weren't doing that "This is Halloween" shit); "The Beautiful People," Marilyn Manson; or "Du Hast," Rammstein -- just fuckin' LOUD, yo. I defy you not to bang your head.
You wish you knew the lyrics to: "Stop," Jane's Addiction -- frankly, I wish I knew the lyrics to MANY Jane's songs, but sometimes, I just don't understand Perry all that well.
Makes you so upset you turn it off: "Superman," Five for Fighting -- I may not necessarily turn it off, but it always pains my heart; was in rotation when my dad was dying, and it makes me think of him.
Was/is 'your song' with someone else: "Possession," by Sarah McLachlan, and "Calling All Angels," (I'll edit when I remember who sings this, probably at 3 a.m. when it hits me) [UPDATE: One of the women who sings that song is Jane Sibberry. Know which one I'm talking about now?] -- these were the songs that John Ryan, formerly of Texas and now of Seattle and married, put on a tape that he recorded for me when he loved me. (Bitter much? No, but see here.)
Makes you want to dance: "Hey Ya," Outkast -- I know, generic. But still, you can't fight the butt groove on that one. [UPDATE: Two more additions -- "Music," by Madonna and -- Hep me Jeebus -- "Toxic," by Britney]
Helps you heal after a breakup: "Seeing Things for the First Time," The Black Crowes -- After DtR and I broke up in '91, I bought "Shake Your Money Maker" and played it INCESSANTLY over that summer. I used to belt this out like I could really sing it.
Your parents made you listen to: The Beach Boys (can't remember the tape, but I think it was a greatest hits) -- late 70s/early 80s model Mercury Monarch with an 8-track, and Dad playing it on our way to one of our summer destinations when he was an insurance salesman. It was a Dad thing, but I grew to dig them.
Ignites a specific memory: "The Ledge," Third Eye Blind -- reminds me of the first summer I met my sister, driving around Elkhart in her Honda Accord garage sale-ing. You know, when we actually liked each other.
You've dedicated to someone: "Been Caught Stealing," Jane's Addiction -- to myself and the other wait staff that took advantage of the registers being down one St. Patrick's Day during my time as a waitress.
You identify with: "Just a Gigolo," David Lee Roth -- not because I'm a big ho, but because I wouldn't mind having a pair of skin-tight spandex pants with the ass cut out of them (not to mention an ass that would look GOOD in something like that, but that's something altogether different).
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See, he's one of our star reporters, and he now covers a beat I used to cover when he wasn't there. So, in his absence, I of course am sent back in because I know the players and so on and so forth. Well, today, I cover a Board of Works meeting for him, and instead of it being a 10 minute meeting like it usually is, there was intrigue! and possible corruption! and all kinds of nasty stuff that people like to get into, only I don't get to because it's not my beat anymore, and I'm not a staffer. Boooooooo! Also, he stuck me with my least favorite portion of the beat EVER, so a pox on him. (Actually, I love JB very much, and I just like to blow him shit. He used Luca Brasi in a LEDE, fer chrissakes! What's not to love!?!?!)

Oh, and this was on Gawker today -- a rebuttal to this dude who wrote this article about how he's a free-lancing house-husband and can't keep his wife interested in sex. Heh. Pussy ...
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