I’m seeing Garbage tonight and thinking about that time I wouldn’t stop listening to Now That’s What I Call Music 2 on a trip to visit my grandparents
Literally every track was the best:
“Baby One More Time”
“You Get What You Give”
“My Favorite Mistake”
“I Think I’m Paranoid”
“Because of You”
“Take Me There”
“When a Woman’s Fed Up”
“Father of Mine”
“What I Got”
“I’ll Never Break Your Heart”
“Hard Knock Life”
“Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)”
Though each of these songs was a hit in their own right, it’s hard for me to separate them from this particular track list. I can’t listen to The Spice Girls’ “Goodbye” (and yes, I do still listen to The Spice Girls’ “Goodbye”) without expecting the Rugrats-sampling “Take Me There” to begin playing immediately after. I’m also transported to a very particular summer when my family visited my grandparents. What would Stanislavski call that - a sense memory? Whatever the case, I listened to “Now 2” during much of the drive, discussed “Now 2” during much of the drive, and hummed along with “Now 2” during much of the drive. After finally switching to a different album while sitting in my grandparents’ den, I returned the perfect disc to its hinged cradle (that held the most beautiful album art of all time) and set it on the couch – the very couch where my brother planned to sit just moments later.
I reacted to the sound of the crack as if being jolted awake from a deep sleep. The crunch entered my ear canal and proceeded to inform my brain that something had just gone wrong – that my universe had suddenly collapsed. “Oh, I think I sat on your CD,” said my brother as he held its remains with a half-smile. I couldn’t even formulate a response. I couldn’t even look at him. I just took the two pieces of reflective plastic and attempted to reconnect their rainbows. It didn’t work.
It’s such a hard knock life.
Take bitches to school, then I Columbine these hoes.
I guess you could say i did it for the nookie,” Hentges said in a joking reference to Limp Bizkit’s first single. Spoiler alert: he’s not actually a Limp Bizkit fan.