How else would it explain my sudden nostalgia for bad music?
1) Go to Pop Culture Madness site.
2) Pick the year you turned 18 years old ( for some lucky few that might just be yesterday... damn ).
3) Get yourself nostalgic over the songs that year. Write something about how those songs affected you.
Kids have always wanted to grow older but in retrospect I realize that we didn't appreciate some of the things we only had back back then - lack of responsibility, lack of endless bills and loan payments, lack of cellulite :)
Not that being thirty, flirty and thriving is all that bad.
But back to the bad music. Certainly was the return to innocence since the year was 1994. STPM seemed like years away at that time so in between infrequent mugging for our finals, we took some time out to enjoy ourselves. After all for the straight boys, it was the first time they'd been freed from the strict confines of our all-boys monastery into an all new and exciting co-ed world where all of a sudden we had blue pinafores in our midst mingling with our regular dark olive greens. Prior to this exotic Beauxbaton creatures only seen during tea dances and the ubiquitous tuition classes, girls were suddenly in and out of our lives on a daily basis.
For budding gay boys like me, it was a time of shocking bootie-call realization as I started mooning over some of my suddenly ( shockingly! ) desirable classmates - who'd miraculously transformed from loser geeks into fucking hunks behind my back.
That didn't stop us from having some innocent fun of course ( and some not so innocent fun proven by an oops-I-did-it accidental pregnancy :P ). The hotsteppers did a little bump and grind to Real McCoy and Ace of Base, cringed over schmaltzy Endless Love by Mariah Carey back when she hadn't slutted herself up into Skanky Mimi - yes, I am seriously that old - and of course, sang along with Sheryl Crow with her overplayed debut hit All I Wanna Do.
Yeah baby... meet me at the canteen for lunch...
Mellow crooners Boyz II Men were just hitting their stride then and as the party started winding down, lovey-dovey couples usually groped to the cheesy tunes of I'll Make Love to You and On Bended Knee. Of course my cynical ISO and I were much too cool to do any of that and usually sneered at the straight couples making out - at the same time trying to hide the fact that there was an odd tingle when our hands met over the punch bowl. Back then I was only slowly coming round to the fact that all I wanted after the exams was a wild night with my Whatta Man ISO.
Despite the fact that he had almost tossed up his dinner after drinking too much and had slicked his hair into a spitcurl with a jar of questionable grease.
Ah, 1994. How foolish we were.