I liked the Bangles. What do I say, I adored them. How could you not, they were so cool. Eternal Flames Walking Like Egyptians and that rock song from the movie Less Than Zero. Time ... time ... time ... se what's become of me, etc. Wow! It were the 90s, the spring time of my live, old folks liked Simon & Garfunkel. I hated them.
Two decades later. I'm at a sun stroked, provincial hippie beach, Sicily, drinking espresso, rereading The Rules of Attraction, by Brett Easton Ellis; the radio starts to play A Hazy Shade of Winter, both Simon and Garfunkel in harmonics: "Time. Time. Time ... See what's become of me ... While I looked around ... For my posibilities ... I was so hard to please ... Now look around ... ", etc.
All of a sudden, I notice to my shock that my eyes have started to leak water. On that beach, being perfectly happy during a holiday, out of the blue and without me ever have connected the two versions. I start to cry. Cry. Me. I never cry.
I still don't understand why, what caused that emotion. No idea. An undetonated device perhaps, a memory triggered by music? But it got better after I passed the point of feeling ashamed about having experienced life already. Instead of thinking about how to live it.
Nowadays I can enjoy both versions. The Bangles' and Simon and Garfunkel's.
That should count for something.