It ain't no "Bastards of Young"* -- Johnny takes a lot of words and a lot less poetry to say the same thing ("Just look at all the washed out Hippie dreams")-- but Summer-of-1995 nostalgia reached up and tugged on the edge of my skirt when I heard this on the iPod this morning.
I had no idea how much things would change after that summer. Not a clue.
Anyway, watching this video...it got me today. I'm sure if I saw it then I was all, oh, nice, look how we've been c o m m o d i f i e d for the Goo's m a j o r l a b e l release, those are models, blah blah blah, but now I just simply miss the freedom to stand in front of humans grinding on electronic musical equipment and shake one's long, long hair.
And to wear any kind of shoes I wanted to.
*I swear to God, I did not know until this minute that there was a(n official) video made for this song. God. God.