Today, I was late for work. I just needed to get myself together before having to encounter people. Any people. I had a rough night.
I drove all the way to work, too. Usually I drive halfway and take the train the rest of the way. But today, I needed time to myself. To think.
Got to work and felt like crap. Woozy and tired and achy and upset stomach. Of course, my husband says it’s because I got a flu shot.
(It’s not. It’s because I have three kids who are around other kids and hand-washing hygiene is 50/50 at best. I have to remind them to wash their hands after the bathroom at home. Don’t want to imagine what is happening at school.)
But on my way home, I listened to an actual CD in my car. I used to listen through my phone, until my husband had to remind me that I was using up all our data (we don’t have an unlimited plan). It had never occurred to me that the music on the cloud had to be coming from somewhere. Sometimes I’m the dumbest smart person I know.
1993 was a great years for music. At least it were to my 11-14 year old ears. But I still get excited hearing those songs.
I be like:
Most importantly to me, Janet Jackson dropped her third album, “Janet.,” in 1993. It’s one of my favorites of all time. Before Beyonce was Beyonce, Janet turned out one of the sexiest albums of the 1990s. I was twelve when it came out. I remember it being a happy time. As a kid, in talent shows, I would always sing a Janet song. Come Back to Me. Again. Pleasure Principle. Anytime Anyplace.
I wanted to BE her. BE her confidence. BE her dance moves. BE her body. (So I get the Hive’s obsession with Bey. I once had that too.)
Listening to the whole album, start to finish, was cathartic. It reminded me of something I’ve lost. A deep appreciation. Total immersion. Home.
So here’s to great throwbacks. Some of the best live performances I’ve ever witnessed.
The videos are awful, but that’s okay 🙂