On the drive home from work today, the don't-call-it-an-iPod kicked up Mother Love Bone's "Chloe Dancer/Crown of Thorns." Great song, with one of the most underrated misheard lyrics of my generation: "And if you Megadeth, well rest your soul."
Ahhh, that's kind of a stretch, I suppose.
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Andy Wood was one of those "beautiful, troubled souls" that you hear so much about after a person dies. Oddly enough, all of the young, sensitive, artsy-fartsy types that assumed room temperature at a young age had "beautiful, troubled souls." Really, it sounds kind of faggy.
For some reason today while listening to "Chloe Dancer," I started thinking about that, then my mind jumped to the question of what people would think about me when I die, however many days or years or decades from now it is.
"God, he was such a horse's ass, but he was a beautiful horse's ass," I can imagine at least one saying. And he'd be right, at least about the first half of it.
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My stream-of-consciousness thought process then jumped from thoughts of death to the movie that some say defined my generation, Cameron Crowe's "Singles." It was a movie that I really enjoyed at the time, and a movie that I really can't relate to anymore.
It especially pains me to see it in the $5 rack at Wal-Mart.
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