When I first tasted true tristesse I ran away to Budapest for half a year. The year was 1998, and while there was a fine underground scene, access to foreign music off the mainstream-charts was greatly limited. Especialy since the furnished appartment I lived in came with a communist style stereo who only could play audio cassetes. I listened a lot to a couple Greenday audio tapes; I had found in some subway underground stall (with togheter with half of Pink Floyds Ummagumma, Jimi Hendrix and Creedence Clearwater Revival); while trying to drink myself to death. Sadly I soon realized I was to much of a pussy to off myself Leaving Las Vegas-style, and the suffering only continues.
A few years later I saw the video below in some bar somewhere and I spontaniously started crying - even though I had never seen or heard the video/song before. I felt shamed, felt naked then, felt gratitude that the bar was dark, that I had no company but my own. Interestingly, while I still cry every time I see this music video, I never felt emotionally used in spite of the seeming lameness of the drama.