At the time “Smells Like Teen Spirit” was released, my musical tastes were already reasonably eclectic. I was digging classic rock, metal, Motown, easy listening, disco, 80’s pop, new wave etc. etc. I had never heard of Nirvana and grunge wasn’t really a thing. Cliché as it sounds, that video changed everything. (Good fucking heavens, that really is a cliché. This whole article is going to suck because of it.) The fact that I can remember exactly where I was and what I was doing the first time I heard that song/saw the video is not the slightest bit impressive. I was a 15-year-old with one friend and no life. What else would I have been doing beyond sitting on my bedroom floor, painting and smoking a cigarette, while engrossed in my own loud thoughts? (A thoroughly exciting existence. I fancied myself a tragic artist with the depth of a poet and no need for a curfew, because I never left the house. I was a rebel, goddamnit. I played by my own rules!) Needless to say (but I’ll say i...