I’m not done complaining about the mixed-up messaging we got about love in the 90s. I’ve already touched on the desperation and over-worship that some female artists of the decade exuded. Their songs made love seem like a torture we should actively seek, and they suggested women could and should be overpowered by it. Then… Continue reading Boy Band Seduction
Category: Music
Zoot Suits at Homecoming
By the second half of the 90s, the grunge era had all too quickly come to an end, and there were a variety of new acts in town. We got a steady onslaught of boy bands and alarmingly young female artists. Groups like No Doubt and the Mighty Mighty Bosstones brought an influx of ska… Continue reading Zoot Suits at Homecoming
All That She Wants . . . Is Another 90s Birthday Party
I’m about to get really judgy. Sorry. I want to understand what has happened to birthdays. They used to be simple and stress-free. Now, they are beyond elaborate. People go all out! I’ve been to birthday parties with seven-tiered cakes, professional photographers, and step-and-repeats. People fly across the country or even the world for birthdays. … Continue reading All That She Wants . . . Is Another 90s Birthday Party
Hey Ladieeeesss!
I don’t know, I just feel like there were some female musicians in the 90s that never really went anywhere. They may have rode the airwaves for a couple of years, but now they’re mostly lost to time, with the exception of an occasional resurfacing at 90s throwback parties. The songs made these women temporarily… Continue reading Hey Ladieeeesss!
Proof of a 90s Origin
Who knows what that is? We do! Most all 90s teens had that series of screeches and beeps embedded in their brains by the middle of the decade. And, believe it or not, it was music to our ears. It represented a connection that was imminent – a connection to our email inboxes, to chat… Continue reading Proof of a 90s Origin
My British Rock Band Summer
When I hear the opening lines to “Hello,” the first track off Oasis’s “(What’s the Story) Morning Glory?,” I think of KFC and mah-jongg. Of a rotary phone and a floral sleep sofa. Of a homey apartment smell I can still conjure up in my brain. Allow me to tell a tale of the summer… Continue reading My British Rock Band Summer
The Undeniable Truth – or, “An Ode to the Compact Disc”
Let’s explore for a moment the pain of unwrapping a new CD: First, be sure the cashier removes the clunky, foot-long plastic frame before you leave the store because you won’t be able to do it yourself. I think these things were intended to prevent theft, but to this day I’m not entirely sure. … Continue reading The Undeniable Truth – or, “An Ode to the Compact Disc”
The Ballad That Still Breaks Me
“Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you . . . .” I’m sorry! I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry. I know that probably caused you pain. It hurt me, too. But I have to address it. This blog is all things 90s, and that means we cover the good and the bad, the delightful and the… Continue reading The Ballad That Still Breaks Me