dual personalities

About ten years ago I borrowed the complete set of “The O.C.” dvds from my sister-in-law Lauren. I have never returned them. At this point, they no longer have a DVD player and the show can be streamed on Hulu. I don’t think Lauren minds. We laugh about how I stole them. It’s a family joke.

Anyway, last weekend I was in Jefferson City packing (it is amazing how much stuff is in a kitchen) and since I turned off the internet last month, I had to watch DVDs. Hello, time for “The O.C.” I don’t know what it is, but I just enjoy that show so much. Don’t get me wrong, it is not good. The clothes are terrible. And the plots are ridiculous. But, it’s just enjoyable. It made me think of how my mother enjoys watching “The Rockford Files”. Having watched a few episodes of the show during my tenure back under my parents’ roof, I can say with authority, don’t get me wrong, it is not good. The clothes are terrible. And the plots are ridiculous. Something about the television of our youth must excuse what we disdain in more modern fare.

Anyway, again, let’s not forget that “The O.C.” played a major role in introducing us to the angsty music of the early-aughts.

Hello, Patrick Park.

Who can forget Death Cab for Cutie?

Is that deep or what?

Even Guster had a song on the show.

Incidentally, my brother recently sent the fam text thread a screengrab of his iTunes playing Guster.

And if you know, you know. Between that text and angsty college music, I had a real hankering to listen to Guster on my drive back to St. Louis on Saturday afternoon. Let me tell you, belting every word (because of course they come back to you with no effort) is a real stress reliever. And Summer wasn’t wrong, most of this music is like one guitar and a whole lot of complaining. I don’t mind though.