Sunshine and scribbles

I am sitting on the floor with the laptop and jared is on the couch. we are bouncing back and forth brilliant songs from our early years (aka 1990s). we ask ourselves why music isn't made the way it used to be.

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why, i ask. why?!

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for instance...when was the last time there was a song even comparable to these:

a long december, counting crows.

desperately wanting, better than ezra.

here's to the night, eve 6.

lightning crashes, live.

glycerine, bush.

sublime, collective soul, cranberries, third eye blind.

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oh, the good days.