NSYNC got so hot later on I started to wonder if I’d been too harsh in thinking they were hideous-looking in the late ’90s when I first heard of them (I was in college, so very far beyond the teeny-fan stage).
I wasn’t too harsh at all. They were totally tragic.
I wanted to end on a high note. This little gem still resonates 12 years after I heard it the first time. Thanks for enjoying/putting up with today’s video spam. And for the suggestions/requests. I didn’t get to all of them, but I’ll do another one of these at some point — we barely scratched the surface!
pennycollection said: A favorite ’90s one-hit wonder of mine is “Nobody Knows” by the Tony Rich Project. The video takes place in a decrepit bathroom, like many great ’90s videos, and it features a man in a scary mesh shirt. “I’M CRYIN’ INSIDE AND NOBODY KNOWS IT BUT ME.”
That mesh shirt really is scary! I recoiled upon first glance!
And I’m sorry, but the only musician who should have “project” tacked onto the end of his name is Alan Parsons.
In college, one of my housemates spent one summer in Europe. She came back in the fall and was trying to describe this dance song that was a huge hit overseas and was playing in all the bars and clubs. Words couldn’t do it justice and we just shook our heads and said, “Um, okay.”
Then a few weeks later we went out dancing and this song came on. My housemate shrieked, “THIS IS IT! THE SONG!” And jumped up to dance on a speaker.
That was really the only time I remember enjoying this song. It gets old real fast.
I post this one a little reluctantly because James is an immensely talented band and have produced piles of amazing songs. But I can’t deny that this was a crazy-huge hit for them, and, for many, probably the only James song they know.
So I’m linking to two of my very favourite James songs. You should listen to them, too.
Had a couple of requests for this classic. Chumbawumba is actually a pretty political anarchist band, but they struck gold with this drinking anthem. Spent many a drunken night in college dancing and singing to this.
Celebrating the best of the worst of the 1990s. Sometimes with snarky commentary.
Everyone likes to remember the good part of that decade -- the part with grunge and the evolution of hip-hop and hot supermodels. This blog is devoted to the tacky side effects of these scenes, namely, really fugly clothes and outdated products.
I don't own the images -- they are mostly scanned out of magazines from the era. Submissions are encouraged.
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