The John Mayer song 1983 has always been a favorite, however, if I were to write a song that was an ode to a year (and one day I just might since one of my not-so-secret dreams is to write a Broadway musical) it would be a song titled 1997.

For me, 1997 was a big year of changes. It was the year I transitioned from the same private Catholic school I was at for grades 1-8 to an all-girls Catholic high school. It was the year we got a desktop Hewlett-Packard computer and AOL at home. It was a year when I was getting really into music, both the pop music of Hanson (who I still love) and the rock tunes of Eve6 and Bush. Rushing home to watch my beloved Carson Daly on MTV or listening to Z100 on my new cd-player boom box.

1997 was also the last year that my home wasn’t “broken.” Well, in all honestly my home was always broken, but after 1997 it became broken to the outside world. My parents separated and my Dad moved out in June 1998 right as my freshman year of high school ended leaving my sister and me to be primarily “cared” for our mentally unstable alcoholic mother. For both my sister and I, 1997 is a crystal clear frozen moment in time, it was the end of our innocence.

I think that is the main reason why I love all the 1990s nostalgia, particularly the music. Over the last few weeks I’ve attended some fantastic concerts – Incubus, Hanson, and Darius Rucker especially when he’s singing Hootie tunes (fun fact Cracked Rear View was one of the first CDs I ever owned, the first was the Clueless soundtrack). For me, music is so cathartic. It’s painful and healing all at the same time. Going to concerts is one of my absolute favorite things to do in the world. I’d like to think I go to more concerts than your average 35-year-old, but for me, concerts are a combination of church and therapy. One of my mantra’s on my recovery and healing journal has become you have to feel it to heal it. Music lets me feel and heal in a way that makes me feel safe.
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