Once When I Was just out of high-school I had one of those major life changes that involves music as does mostly everything when you are a teenager. It was the year that punk broke and I found Sonic Youth, Nirvana and NIN. Within the year the music had a full-on movement that migrated (pre-internet) all the way to South Florida and suddenly sullen teens across the beach were wearing flannel shirts in 90 degree weather. I look back and laugh that I could go from sandals to Doc Martens so quickly but around that time my life was much more about the dirty punk rock club and rarely did I make it to the beach during the day for the next few years. With my fake ID I went from Miami Booty Bass clubs to hole-in-the-walls deep in Miami (Churchills, anyone?) to see the Butthole Surfers and local legends LOAD. Before I could even down a shot legally I was slinging drinks for the likes of Stone Temple Pilots and Smashing Pumpkins.
Now I still love the Pixies as much as I ever did, there is a soft spot in my heart for Courtney Love and I can’t change a Pearl Jam song if it comes on the radio. It’s only natural that on a rainy day I want to go into a classic comfort zone with cut-offs, a tee shirt and a super-soft worn in flannel shirt.