Alanis Morissette had a bunch of hits, Jägermeister shots made me sick, and the fly summer girls in Sea Bright, NJ, macarena'd in lime green dresses and sparkly silver shoes and tiny backpacks all 1996 long, or at least well past Labor Day. Slinking back east that July I rinsed two years of insular Seattle exile away in a humid Atlantic mainstream far cooler... More >>>