Jeezus, you feel old? My made years were back in the '80s, Nineteen-Eighty-effin'-Four right in the middle of my collegey experiece, when everything was all Prince and the Revolution and the original New Wave, early, early, early MTV and all the music was either about love-'em-if-you've-got-'em or overbearing tensions about the Cold War. Those were Reagan's years, and Thatcher's, and it was party on or be tense, or preferably both at once, because you knew when you were getting out of school it wasn't too damn likely there'd be a job...
And even with all that, if I look back, I can see the roots of my formative years going way farther back, into the '70s of my childhood, and everyone's post-hippie sensibilities about Love is Love and Peace, Man and Watergate. Kills me now to look around at everyone, starry-eyed like they've never, ever before seen something like a corrupt politician, like people didn't demonstrate in the streets or even bother to get het up about such funny things as human rights... Christ if it doesn't make me want to bounce people's head off tables, kick them in the ass so hard their insides blow out their ears, yell at them about their shit taste in music and don't you people know anything? And this is me at 40, this is me feeling mellow.
But funny thing? I lived here, where I do now, in San Francisco, during the era you were talking about, and although I was probably too old for the scene as you were into it, the music was there, and it still had the power, and I got it, and still do... that's the only lesson I've been able to pull out of the march of time so far, that things do keep moving and changing, and there's always something there even if you pulled past it or missed it the first time around... whole hellava big world filled with something new happening all the time, even if hidden in funny corners. Can't bring back the past, especially not the past that made you sharp and forged - god knows you only gets those moments once, even if you didn't know what they were at the time... but so easy to look back once you've had them and know them for what they were. As it would seem you are doing now.
Only young once, as they keep saying.
...okay, bizarre how that whole rant just bubbled up out of me. I guess this is a good illustration of how people get old and boring and yakking about their glory days. That would be me.
And I'm fairly sure this didn't help you feel less like the future's going to more of this sort of thing at all. Just slap me, will you?
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And even with all that, if I look back, I can see the roots of my formative years going way farther back, into the '70s of my childhood, and everyone's post-hippie sensibilities about Love is Love and Peace, Man and Watergate. Kills me now to look around at everyone, starry-eyed like they've never, ever before seen something like a corrupt politician, like people didn't demonstrate in the streets or even bother to get het up about such funny things as human rights... Christ if it doesn't make me want to bounce people's head off tables, kick them in the ass so hard their insides blow out their ears, yell at them about their shit taste in music and don't you people know anything? And this is me at 40, this is me feeling mellow.
But funny thing? I lived here, where I do now, in San Francisco, during the era you were talking about, and although I was probably too old for the scene as you were into it, the music was there, and it still had the power, and I got it, and still do... that's the only lesson I've been able to pull out of the march of time so far, that things do keep moving and changing, and there's always something there even if you pulled past it or missed it the first time around... whole hellava big world filled with something new happening all the time, even if hidden in funny corners. Can't bring back the past, especially not the past that made you sharp and forged - god knows you only gets those moments once, even if you didn't know what they were at the time... but so easy to look back once you've had them and know them for what they were. As it would seem you are doing now.
Only young once, as they keep saying.
...okay, bizarre how that whole rant just bubbled up out of me. I guess this is a good illustration of how people get old and boring and yakking about their glory days. That would be me.
And I'm fairly sure this didn't help you feel less like the future's going to more of this sort of thing at all. Just slap me, will you?