I was thinking about Florrie’s song “Too Young To Remember” today and that a lot of people have nostalgia for a past that (as the song says) they cannot actually remember.

The idea for the song was hers and she co-wrote it, so it’s not some other person putting words in her mouth. She was born in 1988, but as she does, I do think a lot of people recognize that the late 1980s and early 1990s was a time of increasing optimism and possibility. They look back on that era fondly even if they don’t actually recall it. Unfortunately, this tendency can also malfunction spectacularly — the Boomers have nostalgia for an ersatz version of the 1950s that most of them don’t actually remember. And that misplaced yearning for a bygone era has completely fucked American politics and younger people for two damn decades now.

But what Florrie has done is pure harmless fun.

As a side note, she plays percussion on that track. Because she’s an excellent drummer it sounds a lot better than the tracks of hers where they use electronic drums (jeez, why do that when you have an amazing drummer just RIGHT THERE? I mean she’s RIGHT THERE. Give the lady her drums!).