Taste freeze; I am so totally happy to be taste frozen! I was talking with one of my old friends about being a teen of the 90s, and Benchwarmers was brought up. Benchwarmers were like baseball cards, but had supermodels on them. I brought up my favorite, Billie Inglish, whom he said he was unfamiliar with. I know her card numbers were 52 and 58, but there's a third one that I never got, so I went to look it up. On a side note, don't tell my wife, lol, stuff would hit the fan; "you mean to tell me that you can't remember where you put the remote for the Firestick, but you can the remember the card number of some chick from the 90s?" Yup!
Anyway, I went to look it up, and this other name kept popping up, Billie..... Eilish or Eirish or Eyelid or something like that. It was this girl, like 17 or 18 or something like that, dressed like an alternative goth of the 90s. So, I'm thinking "this might be fun, she looks like she could be the daughter of like Dez Fafara or something". Granted, I wasn't expecting like a nu metal or post-grunge, but I was thinking like maybe a new type of ska or something? I mean, come on, you don't dress like the picture I saw and then sing "Over the Rainbow". Right? Bonk, not in this case; what I heard sucked. It was pop, but not like in a Samantha Fox type of way, more like nervous little girl singing on Mickey Mouse Club. Good God, man. I thought that when you get old, music is supposed to sound louder and freaky and confusing. I used to have a sticker on my guitar case that said "if it's too freaking loud, if it's too freaking heavy, you're too freaking old!" Music's not supposed to sound lamer and cheesier. Granted, I have a whopping zero music videos on whatever constitutes for MTV these days, but good god, man, I'm happy to have my musical taste frozen in the late 90s; kids today don't seem to know how to rock.