My anti-drug is booze. What?

Like everybody else ever, I've got a fair number of musical skeletons in my closet. It shouldn't be a big deal that my adolescent CD collection included dregs like the first Collective Soul and Barenaked Ladies albums: I grew up in a small town and music never had much of a presence in my life and, consequentially, one naturally went along with what was big at the time. Fortunately, I grew out of it and I'm pretty sure my cringe-worthiest musical choices are behind me, which is more than a lot of people can say. However, it's pretty goddamn gratifying to see so much of the undeniably bad shit I listened to back in the day turn up on an upcoming seven disc Rhino Records '90s compilation. This '90s nostalgia bullshit is great, 'cause now I can pretend to be all ironic when I belt out the "Aw-wa-ha!"s in Better Than Ezra's "Good", even though I'm, like, totally digging it. Unironically.