Tumbling around the web in a big mess. Picking up and dropping off bits and pieces with no clear goal, just spending a bit of time looking at stuff I like.
What do I like? Visual stuff mostly, photos and videos, a bit of music and interesting thoughts. When I say interesting, I mean interesting to me. You might be extremely bored by the whole thing, but I don't really care, because this isn't for you. It's for me.
1994 was when grunge hit its pinnacle of mainstream acceptance as it seemed the whole world stopped when Kurt Cobain shot himself in April 1994.
Nirvana was a band I was aware of, but I wasn’t all that found of them. I think they’re OK, but I’m still not a huge fan. I think I was just that little bit too young. I was 11 when Kurt died.
However, I was certainly slowly getting into more “alternative” music in the mid 90s, mostly because I was starting to listen to triple j more than the commercial stations and watch late-night Rage. It was all a little bit naughty for a not-quite 12 year old.
The triple j Hottest 100 of 1994 shows the sort of music that was beginning to form my life and that will most likely always be in my conscience.
That year saw The Cranberries’ Zombieand Nine Inch Nails’ Closerin the Hottest 100. Oh so naughty for a pre-teen to be listening to.
Events of 1994
I can’t believe it was that long ago, as it’s still a common joke in pop culture, but the O.J Simpson murder and trail was in 1994. His car chase was played on every TV channel there was.
England and France opened the Channel Tunnel in 1994, something I still haven’t used.
Very little of note happened to me in 1994. I just continued being a pre-teen, all confused and starting to get all hormonal as well. It’s a sad time for a little girl, as she stops being a little girl and starts to become a little teenager. My teen years were awful. At this stage, I was still playing with stuffed toys and making up stuff, such as when I invented a fairy character that lived at the bottom of our garden (of course) that wrote teeny tiny letters to my little sister. I had her convinced she had a little fairy pen-friend for ages. I don’t really know why I did that.