Traffic sucks, so why not start your morning off with some music? You provide the toast and we’ll provide the jams.

When my young, young colleagues here at Jalopnik ask me why the hell I’m so old, I sometimes like to reach one of my bent claws out of the arm-socket of my iron lung, grip them fiercely on the forearm, and tell them “because I’ve lived, dammit.” Then I collapse and play dead until the paramedics zap me with those paddles, which feels sooooo good.

Anyway, part of that living was in the 1990s, when I was in a relationship with the lead singer of this band and would occasionally drive their tour bus. Fun times!

For those of you making my life chronology on long rolls of butcher’s paper, now you know something to pencil in for most of the ‘90s.