Haha! This is too good. To me a classic has always been something that takes you back to a certain time or place. Like when the old timers used to bug out over 50's model Chevrolets and shit. For instance..
(Get yer popcorn, it's story time)
In spring of 2000, I was in my 2nd senior year in high school. Yeah, 2nd. I had a lot of fun back then, maybe too much. 19 years old, young, dumb, and you know the rest. This gal named Jaime had taken a liking to me. She was the type of chick that was way out of my league. Crazy, fun personality, dancer/athletic body, popular, etc. My buddy Mike dated her friend Yvonne. We always hung out, burned herb, drank, and jammed to tunes. I was always a shy dude back in them days, most of the time girls made advances on me long before I did them. One afternoon after school, Jaime told me to meet her at Yvonne's mom's apartment to smoke. I rolled up and knocked on the door and Jaime answered in some badass white lingerie with thong bottoms. I was speechless. I followed her 25ft down a hallway, staring at one of the finest rears I have ever seen to this day, then she exited into the bathroom. I was greeted by Yvonne in the back bedroom with a huge grin. They were burning and bumping the Chronic 2001. And that's all the story yall get...
So, regardless of commercialism, I can't even hear one song off that album without remembering those crazy girls. Can we say "classic"?