I was trying to be cool, working on my laptop at Starbucks. But I’m pretty sure I blew my own cover when I started belting En Vogue’s “My Lovin’ (You’re Never Gonna Get It).“
Call it a hunch.
See, Big Doodle had his cancer treatment today, or as I like to think of it, BLADDERRAMA!. And BLADDERRAMA! takes place at the holistic vet office that’s a solid 45 minutes from our house. Last week, I dropped him off, drove home, then turned around and picked him up, then drove home through rush hour. It was not efficient, unless my goal was to get all road ragey.
So, today, I packed up 57 pounds of laptop, notebooks, and printouts, and camped out at Starbucks near BLADDERRAMA!. I am not typically a work-in-Starbucks kinda gal. I don’t drink coffee, and it’s so easy to just people watch. So, I guess I was out of practice and ill-prepared.
I just wasn’t ready for Starbucks to be blasting the music of my youth, the tunes of my peoples. Instead playing some horrible CD they were hawking, they had some sort of Pandora station set to the 90s. Oh, the 90s – when I graduated from high school and college. When I wore flannel shirts, body suits, and high-waisted jeans and considered Bud Light the ultimate classy beverage.
In the grand scheme of things, I feel like the 90s weren’t that great of a time to come of age. The one time in my life I had a rockin’ bod, the style was oversized everything. I weighed less than 100 pounds and wore XL sweatshirts. It was just morally wrong. Plus, I didn’t remember the music being that great.
I was trying to write a website about Medicare. But then, I was all bopping along to Jamiroquai. And trying not to sing along to Big Head Todd or Deee-Lite or New Radicals. I realized there were probably a gajillion girls who lost the big V to Mazzy Star’s “Fade Into You” – although I wasn’t one of them. And whatever happened to Lisa Loeb?
I really was trying to write about Medicare. But writing that website was a concern of Adult Becky. And Adult Becky had left the building. In her place was College Becky, who rocked those high-waisted jeans and hoped she could find a date to hayride. College Becky was really into “Counting Blue Cars” and knew on some level that these were good times that she’d look back on with fierce affection.
The thing about musical memories is that trying to share them is like forcing someone to listen to your dreams. It just doesn’t translate. Musical memories are intimate, yours and yours alone.
Although I will tell you that “Counting Blue Cars” makes me want to stick my hands out of a sunroof and sing at the top of my lungs. Like you do when you’ve just turned 21 and everything is great and will be indefinitely.
What song triggers memories of your youth?