Less blog post, more self indulgence.

Ta daa!

 

There it is in all it’s 1990s angsty glory.

4 Non Blondes.

Top hat. Goggles. Dreads.

 

You know what?

It’s still relevant.

It’s still interesting.

It still moves me.

It’s still an excellent selection for car singing.

 

How do I know?

Well, since you asked…

 

I had to go out to return a movie to the video store tonight and while I was leaving that video store this song came on the radio and since I was already living in the past – what with the video returning and all – I decided to turn it up (loud) and sing.

Every single word.

Pure joy!

Coincidentally enough, the song is the perfect length for a drive from the video store. I mean really. It took me from door to door.

Bonus: I live on a hill and when Linda Perry sings,

“Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination

I *totally* was.

Literally.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t literally a “hill of hope”, but maybe it was.

Who’s to say? It’s a mystery, really.

 

Back to the song.

I still love it.

That’s all.

 

Goodnight!