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So, I was thinking back to the music of my highschool years and I realized I landed on a crossroads. 1988-1992 was such a strange time for music. We had Hair bands for some of that time and Grunge bands the other half. We were assaulted by so many genre's of music at one time that we ourselves were confused. Hanging out in the world of Winger, Metallica, and Gun's and Roses then moving to Nirvana and Alice in Chains.
I am part of the Milly Vanilli generation and the Vanilla Ice deniers. We listened to NWA and 2 live crew. Biz -markie, right said fred, the Divynils "touch myself". We were strung along so many cultural divides with our music that we were a generation of seekers. We didn't just listen to music as much as we labored to understand the varied assault on our senses that the radio brought. It was a time of so much change. So many ideas of future success and peace. The wall came down. At the time we watched the wall being torn down and the music we listened to changed. We were in transition from a world where we were a hairs breath from nuclear holocaust to a world filled with hope. Our music reflected so much of that change.
I look back at a world when the fall of an object meant peace was on the horizon and remember it fondly. Now I think of the fall of an object that struck fear in the hearts of all of us. I miss the days when I saw Germans celebrating being able to greet their neighbor for the first time in over 40 years.
I look back and see so many strange things and yet they represent the hope of a generation.
All that from realizing we were weird for listening to "I'm to sexy for my shirt".
I am part of the Milly Vanilli generation and the Vanilla Ice deniers. We listened to NWA and 2 live crew. Biz -markie, right said fred, the Divynils "touch myself". We were strung along so many cultural divides with our music that we were a generation of seekers. We didn't just listen to music as much as we labored to understand the varied assault on our senses that the radio brought. It was a time of so much change. So many ideas of future success and peace. The wall came down. At the time we watched the wall being torn down and the music we listened to changed. We were in transition from a world where we were a hairs breath from nuclear holocaust to a world filled with hope. Our music reflected so much of that change.
I look back at a world when the fall of an object meant peace was on the horizon and remember it fondly. Now I think of the fall of an object that struck fear in the hearts of all of us. I miss the days when I saw Germans celebrating being able to greet their neighbor for the first time in over 40 years.
I look back and see so many strange things and yet they represent the hope of a generation.
All that from realizing we were weird for listening to "I'm to sexy for my shirt".