Tonight in the car, I was playing this really wretchedly poignant Joni Mitchell song with strings that make you wanna swan dive off the 90/94 overpass on to the greasy tar-top. JR and Josh listened carefully for a minute.
Then, JR, newly single, newly 30, spake thus:
"Why do I have to identify with these songs now? With songs about the adult set of problems? Can't I just have "Smells Like Teen Spirit" back?"
Amen.Posted by Jessica at August 27, 2004 12:12 AM | TrackBack