When: August 2001
Where: My mom’s car
Who: My mom
Weather: Hot, dry
Halfway through the year, Top 40 radio became really depressing with no discernible reason. Was it the dot com bubble? The army switching to a new type of headgear? Seldom had so little happened as that month. But the radio, sure as anything, delved deeper and darker. Sometimes that was good, sometimes not. But nothing in my experience can explain this sudden onset of self-pity expressed in this and other songs to come.
Next: It wouldn’t be an autobiographical playlist if it didn’t have something you absolutely hated.