When I say music is my drug of choice, I’m not making an offhand statement. I don’t know how it is for other people, but music truly is a drug for me. The effects it can have are as real and intense as if I ate some speed or smoked a big ass blueberry blunt. All I have to do is jam the ear buds as deep as they’ll go and find that fine line between loud enough and ouch-that-hurts.
Man, I thought 1994-1996 were hard to narrow down to 15 songs, but here comes 1997 with a whole new challenge. Behold! An embarrassment of musical riches: