| 120 Minutes I watch this (dvr it more like) on VH1 Classic and every single time i find myself feeling quite nostalgic about some of the great music of the 80s and 90s. Back when videos were super low budget and corny (or actually, when i actually knew what videos looked like...).
Like right now for example, I just saw a Beastie Boys video and I was like 'oh yeah, i remember why i thought they were pretty great growing up.'
adding to this nostalgia was a recent screening in my living room of the real world season 1 new york. wow, the premise has changed a lot. and in the pilot episode this like hair metal guy was arguing with this rapper because the rapper was calling out the hair metal guy on his stuff being mainstream, too commercial, about nothing...while rap was the freshest more real musical art form. i dont know. i was a kid in 1991, but did it feel like that?
im feeling a little old and crusty since im weary about new bands or too indifferent to search. blah.
__________________ The fresh heartbreak was, in a sense, like being in a foreign country; everything seemed alien, brilliant and glinting. It was as if I’d been flayed, so that even the air hurt. When you’re that unhappy, any glimmer of beauty or consolation feels like running into an old friend abroad, or seeing mountaintops through smog. Maybe we mistakenly think we want “happiness,” which we tend to picture in very vague, soft-focus terms, when what we really crave is the harder-edged intensity of experience. |