The 90s are a blur to me...a blur of big bangs & bigger beer bills. I spent the early 90s in university, drunk & dancing on speakers to techno-rock {HA! is that even a thing?!?!} & clinging stubbornly to All Things 80s. I spent the later 90s at Le Cocque Rouge, drunk & stuck in a 6 x 10 office with no radio reception, save for the Golden Oldies station. Ask me. Ask me a question about "the best from the 50s, 60s & 70s." I'll bet I have an answer for you. I'll bet it'll be right.
Needless to say, I missed out on a lot of the 90s, musically speaking, protected as I was from those harmful radio waves by layers of cinder block. FancyPants tried to hook me up with some of her favs, but her choices all seemed so filled with self-important angst & suicidal lyrics, that I just couldn't stomach it. I had my own shite to deal with ~ I didn't need to surround myself with depression. Come to think of it... I still don't.
As a result, I didn't hop on the following bandwagons {or band wagons, as the case may be}:
6. Radiohead
5. Nirvana
4. Oasis
3. Pearl Jam
2. Stone Temple Pilots
1. Hootie & the Blowfish
Don't judge me. It was the draft beer. That shite will kill ya ~ or at the very least, be responsible for some shady song selections. & this hair, circa 1994, that is SO BIG it won't all fit in the pic. I was stylin' & profilin', regrettably 6 years too late.
What you smilin' about, missy? The bleach fry your brain? Oh, yes it did!
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