My Visit to the Unofficial 51st State

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A Morning Frolic Down Memory Lane

I remember being 9 or 10 years old and listening to my older sister thump Nirvana (among other more underground punk bands) through the wall. As a fixture in the Baltimore underground punk scene, my sister found it necessary to force me to learn the lyrics to 'Come as You Are' and 'About a Girl' in addition to other grittier anthems of the subculture. Being five years younger, I didn't comprehend the full emotion behind the music or general teen angst for the matter. All I knew was that I dug it. A lot. I can't help smiling while walking down Bedford Avenue and see all the mini Kurts and Courtneys shuffling about. Unfortunately, these feelings cannot be replicated no matter how vintage your docs are, how chipped your nail polish is or how bad your roots are. But it's a good start. For me, it's a happy little skip down memory lane.

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Put these looks in a pan, baked it, my autumn/winter wardrobe would be the cake.