Let’s Start with My Childhood

It’s junior high and I’m on a bus. 1994. Around me are baggy t-shirts with the words “Nirvana,” “Smashing Pumpkins,” and “Primus.” Inside the shirts are 14-year-old boys with long hair parted in the middle. The radio is playing. I understand this station plays “alternative” music—a term the radio station repeats aggressively. The most popularContinue reading “Let’s Start with My Childhood”