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.

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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.

my heart just skipped a beat reading this. remember they would have guest hosts? i remember throwing muses being on there and teh breeders ... fuck, everyone. and old real world is still the greatest. anything after seattle was shite.

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Pastor: No one is born gay.
Bill Maher: Really? Have you met Little Richard?

oh man, as soon as hit quick reply Love Song by the cure came on. omg robert smith in some sort of cave...

well this 120 minutes is more like just two hours of old videos that would be played on the program. no hosts or guests i think sybsyb told me he had some of the original ones taped. im very jealous. i want to see them.

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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.

i wish the 120 minutes they showed on VH1 classic was the actual MTV show. but i can't complain. it's the best two hours of music videos on any of the channels. they always throw in something really obscure that i haven't heard in years.

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120 minutes was great and does anyone remember a show, i think it was on USA and it was the same type of format and they played motherfucking bauhaus. this was like 1983? 1984? soemthing like that. flight night? ill look it up

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