Still hung over from that compound-exclusive mini-gig Jigs and his friends had last night. And so, I’m getting my quick early morning fix of The Used on my cellphone for the meantime. I know, I know: science implies that a pregnant woman shouldn’t be listening to too much rock because it’s too stressful for the baby, but I’m kind of getting too full with Mozart and Sigur Ros. Baka pati baby nauumay na.
Six years and that song still hasn’t gotten old. I don’t think songs from the 90s up to the 2005-ish years ever do. Those were the days when rock span its wide wings and flourished like a fiery phoenix. Those were the years of of rock’s creme de la creme: Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Incubus, Toad the Wet Sprocket, Silverchair, NFG, Bush, The Ataris, APC ,Tori Amos, BNL, Fiona Apple, Thursday, Gin Blossoms, Ben Folds, No Doubt, Blink 182, Jimmy Eat World, Cibo Matto, Letters to Cleo, Beastie Boys, Filter, The Lemonheads, Garbage, Placebo, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Our Lady of Peace, Juliana Hatfield, Radiohead, Jill Sobule, Save Ferris, My Vitriol, Blur, Chris Cornell, Collective Soul, Massive Attack, Cynthia Alexander, Heather Nova, (the original) Rivermaya, The Innocence Mission, Hey Mercedes, Smashing Pumpkins, Hole, Eraserheads, Jeff Buckley, 311, The Used, Dishwalla, Goo Goo Dolls, Dave Matthews, Deftones, Radiohead, Snow Patrol, Eels, The Rentals, Weezer. Oh I could go on and on for hours here.