I was playing a lounge cover of this iconic track on the #86 the other day. The K's Choice version came out in '95. I think it might have been the Anthem of a niche inner city crowd at the time. It had the same potency as Smells Like Teen Spirit did before it. I even knew someone who would rock on her knees, exhaling a joint, eyes closed, just 'feeling' it.
'The deeper you stick it in your vein, the deeper the thoughts there's no more pain'
With the lounge beat pounding through my body, and a fantasy of me with a Hendricks Martini I looked around and wondered what everyone else's poison was. The 40 something guy in the business suit, with diamante's in his glasses, going home for a whiskey? The clearly drug affected woman drawing on inner depths of strength to maintain an upright posture - I was tipping H but maybe something else? I don't even know what's out there any more.
'It's over now, I'm cold, alone, I'm just a person on my own'
And that resonated the most. All of us, apart from the chick barely upright, had our smart phones and head phones on and in. Alone in the crowd. We just wanted to get to where we were going, do what we needed to do, and stay in our own intoxicating zone. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad.
'I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)'
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