When I was pregnant with Zoe, I couldn't get this song out of my head. She was due on the fourth of July and of all the songs to fixate upon, this particular song is the one my psyche picked. Once, I woke Joe up in the middle of the night, singing it in my sleep. Truth be told, she should've been named Cobain. And yes, I know it was a Meat Puppet's song but I couldn't name her Meat Puppet. That would be weird.
I really don't have a point here.
Except to say that I really like this song. I really like the video even though he screws up about 49 seconds into it. He covers it nicely, though.
And I really like my daughter.
She's good. She really is.
And I really like fireworks.
Just in case she isn't!
*Note: A Plectrum is a small flat tool used to pluck or strum a stringed instrument. Other wise known as a pick. (Just in case you stuck around until the end of the clip...)
3 comments:
Great song.
And who knows why we get these ear-bugs in our heads?
When I was in labor with my first child, all I could think of was that Martin Mull song which goes, "I've slept with thousands of girls, please be one of them. I remember all of their names and I don't make fun of them."
I HATED it.
This is my all-time favorite Nirvana performance...and this song should have been Kurt's. I think he made it his own this day.
When people tell me I'm lame for lamenting his loss, I just think of this song and smile. I get it, even if they don't.
I think it was 15 years this past April... hard to believe.
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