People called us ‘old school’, but there was an ethereal feeling about buying a CD and listening through it from start to finish for the first time.
We were all there, all the old crew, and one by one we all laughed about the first time we heard this crazy new punk band from Cali. How we wished Josie was our girlfriend, how at the ripe old age of 17, we all guessed that this was growing up.
As we listened though, nearly 20 years after we first heard them, we realised we had grown up, and we all had our own ‘Josie’, and in our own way, we remembered feeling scared, and the time we shared.
I remembered that this group of fellas meant everything to me.