I remember the underground pop culture of the 90s. Indeed, I prefer to think of that time as an archive now—albeit one consigned to a series of digital files, not actual libraries. This recent Twitter stream from my friend Brandon serves as a good encapsulation. (I joked to him that his feed could be nicknamed Shit My Dad Says: 90s Alt-Rock Edition.) Or you can visit YouTube, a trove of nostalgia that brings you closer to the source of what it was really like:

There's wonder in that. But note, also, the relative body mass index of student (Fucked Up's Damian Abraham) to teacher (Iggy Pop from The Stooges). Which brings up a second, less inspiring moral: Which is that thirtysomethings that have put on a few pounds since their 90's prime should no longer attempt to crowd surf to the Breeders. Because their fellow thirtysomethings no longer have the upper body strength to hold them aloft.

He fell with a thunk. Last splash, indeed!

(Photos with borders by Natalie Johns of Dig for Fire from ATP. Borderless photos by me from Coachella.)