The Saturday Morning Song Wears Flannel and Writes Poetry

This morning I woke up to find (and become completely engrossed in) re-runs of "My So-Called Life" on the Sundance Channel. Not only did it make me realize how much revenue Urbanoutfitters must be making from recycling designs from the 90s (I mean, seriously. I could walk in there and recreate Angela's look without issue) but also that I really miss sunflower dresses and Jansport bookbags. And french braids. And grungy Jared Leto.

And also, the lazy, indifferent songs that somehow still managed to make a statement. I feel like a lot of good 90s music was like the rebellious guy in school who smoked cigarettes while leaning against brick walls--he seems apathetic, but he writes beautiful poetry about his insecurities, runs his hand through his messy, yet completely amazing hair, and shrugs his shoulders like it was nothing. (This idealistic 90s cool guy may have been heavily influenced by a Jared Leto/Ethan Hawke hybrid I dreamed up once.) The point is, so many songs with deep and complex messages were delivered with these hypnotic melodies and appearingly distant vocals.

So, I decided to dedicate this Saturday Morning Song to you, 90s rebel with a poetic cause. Let's all tie flannel shirts around our waists today and not wash our hair. People will think we're lazy weirdos, but we'll know we're actually sensitive geniuses.

Now Playing: Beautiful by The Smashing Pumpkins