Old summer day, the first day of spring.

I was 14 and cool. Some of my friends were driving but I was content cruising town on what I called "The Turquoise Dream." On that bike I was a green streak. One mysterious, boisterous obnoxious. 14 and on the back deck, listening to "Where It's At." In 1996 I was taping sweet songs from MTV onto a small black tape recorder. I was most definitely wearing shades--and probably looking pretty bored.

I'm now 29 and dated. I'm driving now and consistently neglecting the turquoise dream. It sits in my kitchen. I like to think of myself in shades of green these days, but the heavy blues are gone and now its just more and more neutral. Truly, strangely stagnant. 29 and in my living room, on an uncomfortable couch, wikipediaing to find out when Odelay was released. I'm wearing a vest--and definitely looking bored.

15 years. Mike McGrane, Cliff Stone, Curt Beasley, Robert Johnson, Courtney Walker, Darlane Jensen, Jason Bottolfson, Buddy the dog. There are certainly more. But we also have Evan and Aubrey George, Natalie Serfling, Briley and Easton Meyer, Pearl Weiland, a slew of Ericcsons and, before we blink, a new Duffy. (Certainly more). It's a wild cycle. Right now I want a dog. In a couple of months I think I might get a new one.