NOFX
Published by nathaniel tyrant January 26th, 2007 in punkymp3:linoleum
Dear NOFX,
you guys are pretty old now. a lot of your music conjures up a lot of memories for me. most of them are socially awkward or socially devastating or socially voice cracking or socially hair-where-there-wasn’t-before type memories. this little ditty for example, pretty much summarizes in just a little over two minutes my entire ninth grade experience if you completely ignore the lyrics. it is what it conjures.
self conciously,
nathaniel tyrant.
This song reminds me of going to the King Tut exhibit at the BYU museum with my 10th grade class and taking the tape that acted as the guide to that exhibit out of the little walkman they gave everybody and putting in this album (Punk in Drublic?). I suppose things like King Tut’s remains would interest me more now than it did then, but I can’t say I would make a different decision eleven years later.
It also reminds me of how my friend dropped his walkman on the bus and it broke in half, and I was suprised at how much it didn’t devastate him (like it would have me).
Stupid damn fog.