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This essay originally ran in November 2017 around the release ofLady Bird.
In the year 2000, it was certainly lost on me that Crash Into Me was about a stalker.
I couldnt imagine a world in which a guy would feel that way about me.
But my DMB phase was decidedly analog, borne of terrestrial radio and live shows.
With a kind of violent jolt I realized that these were not my people.
Its also still terribly romantic to me.
So yes, like Crash Into Me, there couldnt be a better soundtrack for a 14-year-olds pining.
(I dont think she was very impressed.)
I had learned to tolerate the smell of marijuana, and to remove my DMB CDs from my shelf.
