Showing posts with label angry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label angry. Show all posts

January 6, 2018

Chips on Shoulders

There was something gritty and angry about the early 90s. And I am now far away enough from that time to look back on it with the hazy rose coloured glasses of nostalgia.

1992.

I have just graduated from high school and started a decade long experiment with community college education, a foray into the service industry and a lifestyle, that looking back now, can only be described as free. I did what I wanted, when I wanted and seldom let anything that resembles society dictate what I had to do. I collected checks, paid my own way, must have had a bank account, maybe paid taxes, but for the most part I slept in, stayed up late, and for lack of a better word “explored” life.

I was angry for many reasons and had a chip on my shoulder. Maybe several chips. And whether it was my attitude that influenced my musical choices or whether the music guided my attitude, the early nineties “grunge” sound was the soundtrack of my life. Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains, Nine Inch Nails, Rage Against The Machine, Nirvana and others were the perfect background noise for a person who stayed up late and crawled to some restaurant job in the early evening.

I am sure every generation looks back at their twenties and thinks it was the best, but I know that being eighteen in 1992 was perfect. I think of kids turning eighteen this year and feel sorry for them. At least in terms of music. Where is their angry, gritty, loud rock and roll? Imagine Dragons? Fall Out Boy? Not even close.

So it was humorous when I saw the clip below that turned the most recognizable grunge anthem into a neutered major chord, auto-tuned version of itself. One that sounds eerily like what passes for rock music today.

Nirvirna - Teen Sprite from Sleep Good on Vimeo.

Am I just an old man? Do you know of any bands today playing with the grit and angst and anger of the nineties? Or are we to believe that pop-punk is the best we can do.

September 24, 2016

Cranky Bowing Dad

Woke up cranky and yelled at the kids.

Went to Starbucks for breakfast and only one person as working so it took 40mins and we were late picking up Mairin. I almost lost my mind with rage.


We were late to Kaia’s sewing class. Everyone was on edge and it was terrible way to start Saturday morning. Driving against the clock all the way across town. Got their 23 mins late.


Headed over to Tanglin for some errands and then we were late to pick up Kaia, so more stress in traffic. Most of the morning was rushing to be late for a drop off or a pick up.


Came home for some lunch. Girls did cross stitch projects and Hama beads. We helped, but there was a lot of yelling and short tempers. Irons. Successes. Failures. Not sure who won or lost. Not sure what was learned.


Took a shower and headed to Changi Village for some bowling for Luke’s birthday. I was in a calm zone. Hit a few strikes.


Then Little Island Brewery. Pretzel. Fries. Salad. Beer. We stayed a while. Celebrating. Home a bit after midnight. Throat is still raw. I can barely talk, but the warm dark bed is calling and tomorrow is Sunday.