So this song/video. I love it. I lovelovelovelove it.
It is everything that I believed my 20’s would be, back in the 90’s, when I was a teenager in matte burgundy lipstick and a black spandex baby t. Oh god. I was going to live some kind of reality-bites meets before sunrise meets Empire Records spiffy-cool-awesome life in a shitbox/fabulous apartment above a toboccanists or coin store (in an old building) and work in a bar, and drink Tecate and Pacifica and be always on the verge of moving to California or New York, but somehow end up in quirky cities around the world. Yes. I was going to have experiences.
I would live in a tiny bedsit over a noodle shop in Osaka. I would do avant garde dadaist shoe-art and be in a foxcore band. I was going to have a cold-water flat in one of the shitty arrondissements in Paris, and work as a Tea Shop waitress in Manchester. I was going to sleep in Hostels in Prague and become a fixture in a ski town for a couple of winters. I was going to be that one girl. College was not part of my plans, it was all sparkles and booze and art…
And sensitive musician dudes with brooding cheekbones and melting brown/ hazel/green/blue eyes who would take me to an old railroad bridge and drink sloe-gin fizzes whilst saying meaningless shit like “I love you. But I’m afraid to love you.” We would break each-others hearts like that one Third Eye Blind album. He would do shit like leave bananas warpped in newspaper on the steps to my apartment. He would smoke with casual sexy abandon, and would wear one (1) iconic piece of jewlery. We would both have other lovers but inexorably return to each-other after our travels, only to break each others hearts again. Oh yes. The sensitive jaw length 90’s hair. The quirk. I wanted these things so badly.
I would, by the way, have beaded doorway curtains, enamelware plates and a fridge from the fifties. I would drive a series of old Peugeot/Renaults/Subarus and have a sparkly black fender and amp. I might even have a scooter during my Milanese interlude.
I was going to be fucking awesome y’all. Who were you going to be?