If you gave me an hour to describe my childhood, there is no doubt in my mind that I would struggle. The peak of my teenage angst can not be contained to only three 3–5 minute glimpses into the past. If you gave me a month though, I could provide a detailed playlist of my time in braces alone. But we’ll start with my middle school years because that’s where all great stories begin.
Taylor Swift’s — Our song, was the beginning of my pubescent struggle with women. Every time I hear this song, I can’t help but think about a 6th grade history project where we changed the lyrics to a popular song. Our group had chosen to represent a period of history. While I don’t remember those lyrics about the mountain men of West Virginia, I’ll never forget Our Song.
Moving to the beginning of my days in high school,
we have the high art classic brought to us from the Cali Swag District. This song was everywhere and I’ll never forget the first time I heard it. I felt so left out and I didn’t really understand why this was a thing. But nevertheless this song was the musical epitome of my first year in high school. This is how you Dougie, for those of you at home interested in learning.
I hope that is stuck in your head now.
Now to college. At the ripe age of 19, after Taylor Swift and the joys of Cali Swag District we have Tuesday.
That’s right, the club went up on a Tuesday my freshman year. The man’s a lyricist, just think about it.
And when I’m puttin’ work in on a weekend
I’ll look back on this and think how we had the club going up
That’s powerful. That Tuesday’s became the party night. Tuesdays used to be irrelevant until this point but for a brief moment in history…the club went up on Tuesdays too. I see you Tuesday.
And for your viewing pleasure, here is a cat in a box.