Enter: Teenager

Up until the flipside of the millenium, my musical taste was entirely influenced by my parents' taste in music. Whatever came on the radio, I listened to it, and I enjoyed it because I was my mother's/father's daughter and therefore, what's good for them is good for me. So basically, until I turned 10, I was a huge Beegees fan and I loved to sing to "BORN TO BE WIIILD!" If you can imagine a nine year old girl singing "Low Rider" you've got my childhood music down.

Early in the year 1999 I turned eleven years old, and I started to feel a little bit estranged from my fellow classmates and their disc-mans and light-up yoyo's and pogs, and suddenly... I wanted everythng. My father, the guy who gave me everything I wanted, who introduced me to cow-tails and Oreos with chocolate creme, and who gave me a coloring book every time I want to the grocery store or hardware store with him, was, at first, a little shocked to hear that I wanted my own CD player. He was, after all, still very into his 8-track tapes. But soon enough he gave in and bought me the cheapest portable cd player he could find.

Now I felt like I belonged. I had a disc-man! The only problem was... I had no CD's. That became my next thing that I had to have. So. The first CD I ever owned was the single for Cher's "Believe." This was another shock for my parents because it was a very new song and have a "shock rave" beat behind it, as they called it to try to make it sound bad, much like my mother used to call marijuana "wacky weed," which actually made it sound like something fun.

Ahh, the simple pleasures of early adolescence.