So yeah. Argh. I forgot the tradition I'd so recently tried to start: One-Hit Wonder Wednesday. Something so so simple: find a 90s one-hit wonder. Ramble about it. Post. And somehow I managed to fail. So instead, we're gonna have us a grand ol' One Hit Wonder Saturday. Wow, that is depressingly uncatchy.
Speaking of depressing! This here's a one-hit wonder I just recently discovered. Or re-discovered, maybe. I feel like it's one of those songs that's just kinda there in your head from the get-go. Like a latent gene for heart disease. Seems kind of unfair to compare this song to heart disease; I actually quite like it (as much as it bleeds 90s post-grunge). Jesus, I can't even say I like something without sounding like a twat. I was in a car this evening, going to my friend's show, and this was on Q101, ahem, 'scuse me, Q87.7. He claimed to recognize it, we tried to figure it out for a minute, eventually gave up somewhere between The Calling and Matchbox 20. I marked the time and despite getting a reasonable buzz on and not having access to a computer for seven more hours (yeah I'm one of those rare non-smartphone-owning troglodytes), I managed to remember and look it up. I didn't even have to write it down. And that's the most impressive thing I've accomplished all week.
For those of you hankering for your latest fix of mood-rock, full of the pitfalls of youth and suicides and abortion and all that good stuff, ya came to the right place!
Forgive his hair. Jesus does. Actually, he probably doesn't. Forgive it anyway. Someone has to.
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