From the first few guitar picks of Under The Bridge you are transported into a melancholy land of loneliness. Fittingly, it’s a song about the connection between addiction and hope. It starts as a ballad but soon enough becomes the hard driven Chili Peppers song you crave, replete with sincere vocals, drums and a kick-ass bass line as are the signature of Keidis, Flea and gang. I am brought back to Chess King in the South Shore Mall, Z100 on the overhead, fluorescents in check, clothing racks in flawless array. As we would wait for customers, we’d gather around the wrap desk and laugh, unknowingly reveling in our youth. Brigitte. Don. Joe Albury. Jenn. Pam. Cecilia. Some days I miss that specific moment in time more than any other. I had no idea what lay just ahead and I was happy that the recent past was just that.
From the historical writing archive. Original date: December 8, 2019. Recovered from local source material; editorial review is still in progress.
