I came across this song today after a long, long time.
I am a huge fan of the moment when a song transports you bodily to a place you haven't thought of in years. For me, this song brought me to my backyard in Ojai, California, at 14 years old. I had a Sony Walkman as a kid, with those really, really uncomfortable headphones that made your ears hurt if you listened for too long, but you still listened, because that's what you do.
This was the actual walkman I owned - I loved the "MEGA BASS" although it was borderline pointless, since the headphones were so crappy that any "bass" sounded like the static on channel 72.So I was in my backyard, sitting on a homemade swing hanging from the branch of a tree, listening to the above Nine Inch Nails song on repeat. Now here's where it gets ridiculous. You might think that I had just been broken up with, or maybe just spurned by a girl. Or maybe I was in one of those silent teenage rages because my mom had told me to clean my room, or some other INCREDIBLY AWFUL task. But no. I was literally swinging on that swing, emo-fantasizing. I was making up a girl, not in any normal, healthy, weird science adolescent boy way, however. My fantasy was all about the breakup. Honestly - I was fantasizing about the breakup FROM A GIRL WHO DIDN'T EXIST. I can even recall the tear that I forced out of my eye socket to give the fantasy personal credibility.
OK, seriously, what was wrong with me? What kind of kid does that? Thanks a lot Trent Reznor.
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