You’re sitting in the back of a tiny Fiat Cinquecento. Your then best bud in the back with you. Its been a long journey from the mountains having spent easter with the family. You have the radio on and then the song starts. It’s Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit, in many way the song of my teenage years (along with Bullets with Butterfly wings). The word stops and even though you have heard this song what feels like a million times, the timing, the joy of the moment, the sun outside, it breaks the barrier and you find yourselves singing it. Feeling it. 25 years later, every time I hear this song, I am transported. The power of a single song is incredible given time and life.