I didn’t start getting into Nirvana until a couple years ago. Pretty wild, right? Here I am, a grown man nursing an inveterate attachment to a 1997 Mexican Stratocaster (albeit one that I haven’t played in public for roughly 17 months), and my lifelong fixation with playing it as loudly as possible only involved, up to my mid-thirties, *maybe* playing “Smells Like Teen Spirit” once in high school.
Sunday morning is every day for all I care
Sunday morning is every day for all I care
Sunday morning is every day for all I care
I didn’t start getting into Nirvana until a couple years ago. Pretty wild, right? Here I am, a grown man nursing an inveterate attachment to a 1997 Mexican Stratocaster (albeit one that I haven’t played in public for roughly 17 months), and my lifelong fixation with playing it as loudly as possible only involved, up to my mid-thirties, *maybe* playing “Smells Like Teen Spirit” once in high school.