Somewhere right now, a one-hit-wonder band is holding a reunion tour; somebody’s having sex on roller skates; somebody’s making a movie about a canine hero; somebody’s spilling a glass of wine over the bride’s immaculate dress; and somebody’s getting a meaningless tattoo over the name of his ex lover: history is passing right through you.
Meanwhile, the kids who were too young to mourn the fall of the lumber industry and too naive not to be horrified by the 90’s recycled psychedelia are plugging in their guitars, basses and keyboards, jamming to a song that goes something like this… only louder.
