Friday, June 30, 2006


...Just when I start listening to them, they go and break up.

In junior high, it was worse; I was like a hex on my favorite bands at the time. Within a year of becoming a Nirvana superfreak (embarassingly so, to the point where I can no longer listen to them), Kurt Cobain killed himself. It took me about another year to get over my Nirvana/Cobain obsession, and by 7th grade I was all about the Ramones. They broke up before the end of the schoolyear. I even remember where I was when I found out. I was in Walden Books, at the Natick Mall, looking through the music magazines. The headline was Say It Ain't So, Joey!

Footnote: the theme at my bar-mitzvah party was music. My table? The Ramones!

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