Remember this song from the late 90s? I remember because I bought the tape and wore it out so badly that I had to then purchase the CD, which I think may have been my first-ever CD. The technology we've witnessed in our lifetime is simply amazing; remember when our tapes used to split after being played so often that we'd actually cut the ribbon just to tape it back together and make it work again?

Those were the days. We had to wait for a favorite song to come on the radio--we couldn't just listen to it on Spotify or YouTube. That was real appreciation! Today's kids are pretty spoiled with their music (though I’m not going to complain; I am too, after all). There was something about that, too; waiting for your song, listening to a bunch of crappy songs before it came on, really made you love it even more.

Anyway, back to the Savage Garden song. "I Want You" seemed as if it were made for me because it was so damn fast. Everyone always told me that I should be the micromachine announcer (remember those, too?) because I talked way too fast. My beloved grandmother, bless her, told everyone that it was because my brain was faster than my mouth. I, of course, knew it was because A. I was shy and it was either speak fast or stutter, and B. I was from a big family and if you didn't get what you needed to say in right away, it might never happen! So I took to the song quickly, and learned the words faster than many of my friends did.

I also thought the video was kind of fun; it was like a rock version of The Fifth Element, somehow. There was all kinds of techie looking equipment, which is always fun, though I’m still not sure how it fit with the song. The cute redhead wasn’t overly sexualized, which was nice, and the two guys were pretty good looking. In fact, I was a bit heartbroken when Darren Hayes cut his hair, since it was so hot. (I’ve had similar reactions with both Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers and Lenny Kravitz.)

Here is the video, if you’re curious or if you want to reminisce with me. Feel free to try to sing along—and to drink a chic-a-cherry cola, of course.