When you’re a teenager, emotions rumble through you like a high speed train traveling through Europe. Moving lightening fast with a collection of indecipherable languages contained inside. The meaning of the feelings are lost on a wind of confusion. We turned to music to help us through the years. Music that ran parallel to our emotions. The rhythm setting the tone.
At fourteen, Smashing Pumpkins ruled my teenage world. My best friend and I would lay on her bed for hours listening to Siamese Dream over and over again, divulging our secrets and desires. On one such afternoon, feeling particularly creative, we slowly and meticulously wrote the lyrics to Mayonaise on her ceiling. Standing on our tiptoes on her bed, we started with one small circle and looped our way out in curlicues and swirls until half of her ceiling was covered in a garden of black magic marker.
Her parent’s reaction to our artwork was the farthest thought from our minds as we let our teenage angst out on our perfect blank canvas.