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I started collecting midis before mp3s hit it big and when wav files were still popular. It was also during the start of my novice career in web design, when it was important to have the coolest midis playing on all my pages.
[shudder]

I've outgrown that stage, but the midis are still cool; some really cool.
A few are painfully nostalgic.

Hazy Shade of Winter my best friend and I would drive to the local greasy spoon at 2am for chicken sandwiches and play the table jukeboxes and sing to the hanging plants, sober.

Eyes Without A Face In one night, I managed to get drunk for the first time, develop a crush on a friend's older brother, pass out under a picnic table, and wake up on his bed to overhear him telling his sister I was a nice girl, but too young for him.

No More Mr Nice Guy My best friend was going insane. She swallowed a bottle of pills, ran out of the house, and passed out on the high school lawn. I visited her in the mental ward until they deemed her better, and then we did it all again.

Love Bites I fell for a guy friend, who fell for a girl, who fell for another guy. When he finally got the girl, he told me all about their relationship. It was agony.

Never Let Me Down My best friend and I had a fall out when she excluded me in preference for her abusive boyfriend.

One Thing Leads to Another When my friend was released from the ward, we weren't allowed to see each other. I'd sneak out at night and hang out at her house and we'd listen to this album.

Sweet Child O' Mine My friend and I lived in a condemned trailer for four months. This was all I played. I fell in love, fell out of love, got beaten up, got scammed, ate Ritz crackers and brown sugar because that's all we had, and we had a pet cockroach who came out to sit on the counter whenever the cracker tube rustled. There was a lot of sadness and this song was so beautiful.

Immigrant Song No matter where she is, my friend can't hear it without thinking of me. I've immortalized myself through it.

Down Under My Mom thought they were cute and would do her tribal duck dance around the living room to it.

Live to Tell Came on the heels of a very bad experience. Never leave a bar with a man you don't know, even if someone you know says they're okay.

California Dreamin' My best friend, another, and I would hang out in front of the school football stadium singing this sans music. They were backup while I belted out the chorus. People cheered.

Nine Inch Nails The lowest points of my life.

Wish You Were Here An earlier best friend moved away. She came back to visit one time only. She said I was wearing too much black shit on my eyes and we started to cry. And this was before Breakfast Club made black shit famous.

Do Ya Think I'm Sexy Dad would take me and my brother to a little pizza place. He'd start the jukebox and teach us to dance by having us put our feet on top of his.

Fast Car My best friend and I would invent places we were going to travel to when we got out of this podunk town. She got away. I'm still here.