Those of you my age may recognize the title of this post, from the lyrics of the song “No Rain” by Blind Melon. If that title doesn’t ring a bell, then perhaps I should refer to it as That Bee Song.
I don’t have this song in my collection currently. But I’m going to add it soon. But why the big deal? you are probably asking, especially if you know me in person. You rediscover one-hit wonders from your teens and add them to your playlists all the time. Why is this one a big enough deal to blog about?
Two reasons. First of all, because my brain is mush from all the socializing I did over this recent holiday weekend, and I can’t think of anything else to write about. But more importantly, because this marks a major turning point in my feelings toward this song. I’m not rediscovering this song; I’ve never forgotten it, despite the fact that, for the greater part of the last two decades, I have refused to listen to it and immediately changed the station almost every time I hear it on the radio.
If not for one specific incident, this song wouldn’t be a big deal, and I very well may have forgotten it in the almost-quarter-century since it was released. One time, back when I was young and confused, a guy I knew went to a Blind Melon concert with a girl I really liked and didn’t have the guts to ask out. And this guy was a jerk. She could definitely do better.
That’s it. After that happened, I refused to listen to this song. Nothing ever happened between that guy and that girl, as far as I know, but for many years after that I refused to listen to this song, because I was angry that he got to go out with her and I didn’t. It sounds petty and ridiculous, but… no, there is no but here. It is petty and ridiculous.
Approximately eleven years after this incident happened, I was making cookies with the radio on in the other room, and I heard No Rain come on. I instinctively started to walk away from the cookies, toward the room with the radio, so I could change the station. But then I realized something. I realized I was being absolutely crazy. There was absolutely no legitimate reason I should leave what I was doing and go change the station, getting the flour that was all over my hands all over everything else in the process, just because someone I liked went out with someone I didn’t like, once, over a decade earlier. Not listening to No Rain had become so ingrained in my brain that this was the first time I really thought about why I didn’t like this song, and how it really didn’t matter at this point.
For a while, I still didn’t particularly like the song. R. Shannon Hoon, the lead singer (who, sadly, died of a drug overdose a few years after recording this song, only a few weeks after surviving age 27), has a weird voice, and on those occasions when I would hear No Rain come on the radio (which usually happened in the car, when my hands weren’t full of flour) I would still change the channel. But I’ve heard it twice in the last couple weeks, all the way through, and I got to thinking about how I still associate this song with something that happened more than half a lifetime ago that still has nothing to do with me and is insignificant in the long run.
And, even though I’m still not a big fan of Mr. Hoon’s voice, it really isn’t a bad song. It’s exactly the kind of nostalgic one-hit wonder that I’ve been listening to a lot in the last few years, with the kind of beautifully sad lyrics that I can really relate to. So, now, every time I hear this song, it will be a reminder that the world didn’t end for me on that day decades ago when I found out that my crush had a date with a douchebag. I’ll probably never completely forget about this, since that’s not how my brain works, but I don’t need to let the past weigh me down anymore.