It was 1996. Ska was crossing over and selling out. Mosh pits were full of thrift store bowling shirts, chunky John Fluevog wingtips, and chain wallets. Into this cultural cauldron Goldfinger dropped their insanely catchy, self-titled debut of pop punk dusted with a soupçon of third wave ska. I recall the very 90s video for “Here In Your Bedroom” being on pretty heavy rotation on MTV at the time. Or maybe it was just in heavy rotation in my head as I contemplated the heaviness of college romance filtered through early twenties angst. My Goldfinger cassette was frequently rewound to listen to this song again and again as I cruised around campus in my battered Cavalier. Twenty years later “Here In Your Bedroom” never fails to put a smile on my face and a wistful feeling in my heart.
“The Last Time” isn’t a dancefloor stomper by any means with its tight, chill groove, but you can really lean into it and move without a second thought. It straight up makes me do the white man overbite and shake muh ass! CeeLo begs me to take stock of my life and ask the truly deep question: “When, exactly, was the last time I danced?” The answer is probably the last time I was making Friday night pizza with my second 7&7 in hand and my iPod shuffling out some similarly diggable beats. If you burned out on “Crazy” way back when, do yourself a favor and give this deep cut a listen.
I’ve got a playlist on my iPod named “Feelin’ Good” that I turn to when I need a little pep in my step or when I’m already hopped up and want it to keep going. Every Friday I’ll be posting a song from that playlist to help get the weekend started. This inaugural Feelin’ Good Friday post is in honor of recent world events.
The staccato drum roll that kicks off “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It” is one of those sonic signatures that was burned into my brain and allows me to confidently identify this song within half a second of hearing it. Peter Buck’s loose-limbed guitar jangle and Mike Mills’ bopping bass has been putting a smile on my face for 3 decades. The inscrutable yet catchy lyrics sung by Michael Stipe with focused abandon are icing on this spastic cake. Really, it just feels good to pogo around the room with this blasting and yell, “Leonard Bernstein!” If this song is any indication, I for one welcome the End Times with open arms. #IFeelFine