That's me in the corner

I just heard the Nina Persson cover of R.E.M.'s "Losing My Religion", and it brought me back to 1991, me as a 13 year old, a freshly minted teenager. I can't say I grew up immediately loving indie rock music: the first album I bought, really, was Paula Abdul's Forever Your Girl.

But then I entered secondary school, and nicely timed with my entry into adolescence was the coming of two albums that changed my musical tastes: R.E.M.'s Out of Time, and Nirvana's Nevermind. And slowly it came to me, that music could be multi-layered, could be lyrically challenging, could be about despair and the whole range of human emotions.

Which is not to say that good disposable pop like the Sugababes doesn't have a place on my iTunes list. But some songs of angst will always be the songs of my youth.

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