Tomorrow, I head back to South Bend to attend my 10 year reunion. In tribute, I had planned to post a song popular in the year I graduated, but I took a peek at the Top 100 Hits of 1999 and quickly concluded that those songs are universally terrible. (a possible exception being "No Scrubs" which I recently performed at karaoke.)
I then considered music that I listened to during the college years, but much like those baggy sweatshirts and high-wasted jeans, Barenaked Ladies and and the Indigo Girls just seem a little too...dated.
Some songs still evoke potent memories of college. Think back to first semester freshman year...way back....you're at a dorm room party. It's hot, sweaty, crowded, and there may or may not be a blacklight. Cans of Natty Light are the beverage of choice, and people are taking shots of Goldschlager. (Wow, with real gold flakes!)
And what's playing on the stereo? Why, it's the ubiquitous Pulp Fiction soundtrack!
Son of a Preacher Man, by Dusty Springfield.
Have a great weekend, everybody. I'll be busy pretending that I'm still in college, which is pretty much how I've spent the past ten years.