I actually had a period in the mid-to-late 90s where, if someone was to look at my music purchases and my haircut, they would assume I was a lesbian: Tori, Ani DiFranco, Tracy Chapman, Suzanne Vega, Luscious Jackson. I think this culminated in Le Tigre, whom I still love.
I also have a soft spot for those now-dated eclectic post-Beck bands like Bran Van 3000 and Ozomatli.
I was never a huge Pearl Jam fan, but I did like those first two albums just fine. And I still listen to the Singles soundtrack every so often. I know I already mentioned U2, but the Singles soundtrack, Achtung Baby, and the self-titled Blues Traveler album will always remind me of this idyllic moment in undergrad when these 3 roommates living in Bloomfield (TL's home town!) sort of adopted me. I had crushes on all of them and we were always high. Eventually everything went south, but damn if those weren't some great times.
It could also be that I'm associating him with an old roommate who liked to make love [sic] to "Passion," PG's Last Temptation of Christ soundtrack.
This is both horrifying and hilarious.
That about describes this guy. I actually told another story about the same guy on another forum today - once he had a bad trip and decided he was the Messiah, and I had to both protect him in pre-Guiliani NYC and decide whether or not to have him committed. He got over it, sort of. The last time I heard from him he called to try and get me to support Ron Paul. I think he's currently running for mayor of some town in the Florida panhandle (maybe Pensacola), a circumstance that I can only describe as Newbridgian.
