My blood wants to say hello to you!
Last night I was walking by a jazz bar, when a familiar bass line made its way to my ears. It took several more minutes to place it, but suddenly it dawned on me: Whatever was playing shared the same basic makeup as "The Perfect Drug" by Nine Inch Nails.
God, do I miss 1997. The Lost Highway soundtrack and David Bowie's Earthling album rarely left my CD player. 1997 was a great year for my musical formation.