You know that thing where you get obsessed with a song and you play it over and over and over again and make up reasons to have to drive somewhere so you can get into your car to listen to it really loudly and you wear your headphones everywhere so you can listen to it constantly? But then after you reach a certain threshold you're f*in done and can't listen to it again for years without your ears bleeding? That's how I listen to most music. And how I eat most food. And how I wear most clothes.
PAR EXAMPLE, currently: I listen to Broods "Superstar" all.the.time and I eat falafel and dark chocolate caramels w/sea salt from Giant for every single meal and I only wear one pair of shorts and switch out one white sheer peasant blouse for another.
Allison and Maggie are the most qualified to attest to my music habit. I went through a bad break-up fall semester of my junior year and all I did for weeks was listen to Maroon 5's album Songs about Jane and Counting Crows "Colorblind" on repeat, loudly. I won't say it was one of my better moments but I will say I'm really good at choosing music for a mood.
So the summer of 2001 was another emotional time for me (when is there a time that's NOT emotional for me?) because it was right before I was going away to college (side note: I was visiting my sister's family last weekend and I made a comment about starting college in 2001 and my brother-in-law Ian said "You started college in 2001?!?!??! I was in THIRD GRADE." All right, Ian. You also own a minivan so now who's the old one?) and I was super sad to leave my friends and family and life behind.
I'd been lusting after this belt buckle at the GAP for, I dunno, weeks, but never bought it due to it being like $48 and thus super out of my teenaged price range (who am I kidding? I wouldn't pay $48 for a belt now. I don't even wear belts).
But then. My high school friends and I took one last trip to the NICE mall in Norfolk together because like mostly we just went to the mall all the time? And we went into the GAP and there was my belt and maybe it was the nostalgia or maybe I was feeling spendy because I could feel how much money I was about to make as a college student or maybe....
....It was because GAP was playing my favorite song at the moment - Gorillaz "Clint Eastwood" and I took it as a DAMN SIGN. I bought that belt and the sales associate put that belt in a bag and I walked around the rest of the evening singing "I've got sunshine in a bag" because, well, I did. I LOVED THAT BELT. Pure sunshine.
And behold - I still have that belt. And the only reason I still have that belt is because of this story. I think I've mentioned before that I'm not a particularly sentimental person when it comes to my clothes. There's only a small handful of items in my closet that are there solely because my heart can't bear to part with them. This brown leather belt with a gold buckle lined with rhinestones is one of them. Naturally.
Look at this though - I'm wearing it. I'm wearing the damn belt. One reason is because all my shorts are way too big for me right now and it's the only belt I own (I'm not a belt person) but I'm kind of digging it. Is 2001 vintage yet? No. It's not is the answer to that stupid question.
p.s. I looked up "sunshine in a bag" on Urban Dictionary before writing this blog post because I was quite convinced it was slang for drugs or something and I've always been too naive to know. Not true: it's actually a line from a Clint Eastwood movie (thus the name of the song).