The first time that I noticed music that I loved as a teenager was on the “classics” radio station in San Diego. It was Guns N Roses and the song was “Paradise City”. I know, I know. You’re thinking the same thing that I am, “There’s no fucking way that belongs on a CLASSICS station!”.
Then, you realize that you are a 40 year old woman, watching MTV Classic and wondering if Lauryn Hill lost her shit before the Fugees split or after the fact, how the fuck is Bret Michaels still alive, and finally allowing yourself to accept that REM(the band, not the cycle) was a college experiment gone terribly wrong and not the enlightened words of Mike Stipe after all. In fact, he was pretty dumb.
This may well be the most defining moment of my life thus far.