It's A Story Of A Man Who Works As Hard As He Can

It must be the autumn of 1994, when I heard Duff McKagan's So Fine. 

Kurt Cobain had recently been found lifeless in the greenhouse of his house of Lake Washington, but I didn't even know of Nevermind success.  

I was so childish. I was so alienated by soccer. 

For three years, I had been dealing in Junior High School with guys who didn't really care about punk rock. 

There were more into Beverly Hills 90210-like sitcoms, basketball and rap. 

The craziest music they heard at parties was the 1990's What's Up? hit of 4 Non Blondes.

A few months later, Michael Jackson's Dangerous World Tour had arrived to Mexico City and a friend of mine had invited me to the show. His grandparent owned private boxes in the stadium. It was an event nobody wanted to miss. 

Then Michael Jackson represented my closest connection to music.  
Since I was a child, I had watched almost all of his music videos. 
They were so elaborated and they appeared on TV like a movie.
I knew a lot of his songs. 

Though I enjoyed his music and his videos a lot, and though the way he danced was so contagious, there was something about Michael Jackson that didn't seem right to me.

I was a confused teenager and so I believed that Michael Jackson didn't look so defiant and rebellious as a musician had to be. 

It was weird that even my grandparents adored him. It was unacceptable that I had the same musical preferences of my grandparents! 

I wanted to change my mind and I was looking for another options. 

Besides, I really didn't feel that I wanted to dance like he did. 

Though my friend and myself never found the private boxes of his grandparent and we had to watch the entire show in one of the corners of the stadium, standing all the time, so far away from the stage, it was awesome.

I still remember myself walking thru the alleys of the stadium before the show started, lights were hypnotizing and people were freak out. Beatles' songs sounded as loud as I haven't ever heard them.

Everything changed when I met Guns N' Roses. 

Those were my last vacations before High School and I saw a lot of TV.
Dunno why, but there was a fever for rock n' roll videos.

Estranged was a pretty impressive video. I saw it for entire weeks, wondering who those irreverent and hairy guys on the video were, wondering what kind of music was that.

It didn't sound like King of Pop's music at all. 
They looked defiant and rebellious on the video. 
The singer even wore a T-shirt with Charles Manson's face. 

A few days before my first day on High School, I bought Use Your Illusion II.

So Fine precedes Estranged on the album.
I was so excited and very expectant.
I was about to hear Estranged with high quality sound for the first time!
I was about to meet different people in High School. 

The association between these songs was so intense that it still gives me the creeps each time I hear So Fine. 

Now that I think about it, So Fine it is kind of a conditioned stimulus. 

Except that, for more than twenty years, it hasn't suffered extinction, nor has suffered habituation. 

So Fine