I’m watching some music videos by the Cranberries right now and am brought back to being a teenager in the 90’s. The Cranberries are probably the most nostalgic band for me as far as making me remember those times. I remember when I, like a lot of others, wore nothing but frayed jeans, flannel shirts, and Doc Martens. (I still have my first pair of Doc’s and still wear them from time to time.) I know I am the most nostalgic for those years simply because that’s when I was really coming to be the person I am today. The Cranberries are sitting in Anne’s room talking about boys and eating massive amounts of pixie stix and recording ourselves being silly on a mini-tape recorder. The Cranberries are me and Jenni talking on the phone for hours about basically nothing except well, boys, and how they would never love us. The Cranberries are Jill, Jenni, Kelly and I road tripping to exotic locations like Lincoln, Nebraska just to go to Lazlo’s and that coffee shop with the “mex mocha.”
The Cranberries ARE nostalgia to me, and I am so glad that I grew up in the 90’s, because dang if those years weren’t really really fun. Oh, except that boys never liked me.