Music Memories: Garbage

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This musical memory isn’t really for all music by Garbage but rather one particular song “I’m only happy when it rains.” For some reason, the summer after my first year at Uni, we listened to that song on repeat and it became our anthem.

It actually brings back one weekend at the lake. We were staying at my friend Brad’s acreage in a trailer his parents had out there. We went joyriding on quads and went down to the lake for a look see but it was pretty dismal the whole day hence way “I’m only happy when it rains became a song on heavy repeat. As it turned to night, we cracked open the beers (as you do when you’re barely 20 and at a cabin (of sorts) party. Brad was putting on the moves and went to kiss me but I had one too many beers. Not good.

Now I don’t like getting sick in front of people - whether this is due to stomach flu or due to a situation of my own making. So, as I had a habit of at that time, I disappeared which meant, on this occasion, I crawled into the woods behind the trailer and lay under a bush. I was like an animal gone off to die in the woods.

It didn’t take long for people to notice I was missing. As we were close to the lake and I’d had a lot to drink, my friends worried that I decided to go to the lake. What if I fell in and drowned? So a wide scale search began. I, in my drunken mind, didn’t want to be found until I felt better so I stayed hidden under the bush. Someone walked within maybe 5 feet of me calling my name but I didn’t make a peep. The voices disappeared in the distance and I staggered out of the woods and crawled into one of the single beds in the trailer. One that I was specifically told was already taken and I couldn’t have. But, I can honestly say, this did not cross my mind.

Turns out the bed was meant to be Brad’s. He was mighty pissed off that He had just spent an hour looking for me and then came back to find that I had stolen his bed. I couldn’t be moved so with a frustrated huff, he pulled the pillow from under my head and stomped into the next room. Let’s just say he didn’t make any moves again and our about to be kiss was never attempted again.