A who's-who of today's fortysomething Missoulians and onetime Missoulians in their youthful pomp, filmed at block parties and back-to-back Goldsmith's Fourth of July barbecues in 1993-1994.
I love making old home movie footage--mine or anybody else's--into musical scrapbooks like this. For one thing, it's probably the only way it'll ever get seen again. But there are hazards to digging around in the past: this video lost me a ten-dollar bet with my wife. I once claimed that when I had long glorious red hair (way before we met), I NEVER did that cheesy girl thing where you kind of let it spill in a ponytail out the back of a baseball cap. She said that was EXACTLY the kind of cheesebag thing she could be certain I would have done in my twenties and it would cost me $10 when she found proof. I just happened to find it first. That's me in the vintage purple MCAT longsleeve showing my bestie Caitlin some Berlin leather-bar moves at about 2:11. God, isn't she just cute as a bug's ear?
Music is the song of the same name by Clearlake: the tune just went with the feeling of finding younger versions of these old and now geographically scattered friends, of how time flies, and of how the years fall away when I see some of them in real life now and then.