Light Rail Coyote and More

Volume at 11 (+1 points if you get the reference), post-grunge girl-punk rock on the AKG's (another +1 for that reference).

Tied directly to my living, changing mirror-image doppleganger reflection of 9/11 because of a particular song. Not a mother, meself. But horrific imagery, beautiful tragedy blended on high in a Cuisinart with memories of that morning (walking to Calculus III class, talking to M on the phone: "They're gone." "What do you mean?" "The whole things. Gone.")

"Why can't I get along with you?" (2 points for double reference).