Tangentially related- My name is the same as that of a 1970s song title and chorus and I worked in a place where a co-worker spoke that line to me every time he saw me every single day. I wanted to kill him by the time I left. I also hate that song. And no, I won’t tell you what song.
I feel you. I was in junior high when the matrix came out. My last name is Anderson. I fucking hated that shit. Misteeer Anderson… Inevitably they would wait for me to say My name is neo but they didn’t get it.
The No Use for a Name cover was my first exposure to the song for any punk fans. Unfortunately the Pogues didn’t seem all that well known (or at least discussed/played) in my neck of the woods.
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