"I'll never love something so passionately and with such devotion again."
It goes in cycles. I felt like that about Star Trek, and then BtVS came along. I felt like it about T.Rex, Queen etc. then there was Sisters of Mercy, Bauhaus. I felt like that about them, and now I'm starting to find some new stuff I like, and some old stuff I missed first time round.
Don't despair - there'll always be someone to make you go "Wow!" even when you think you'll never say it again.
Yeah, there will be new things, always. There's new stuff that I like now: Common Rotation and the Cruxshadows come to mind. But they don't have anything approaching the power or meaning to me that the music of my teenage years had. It was all combined with growing up and developing an identity and loving something totally without reservation. I don't think I'll love anything without reservation or critical distance again. Which is probably a good thing, in the interest of being a sane rational grown-up. But sad in that that passion of youth is gone.
I don't think I'll love anything without reservation or critical distance again.
You might. There were things I loved unreservedly in my teens and I thought, afterwards, that a miserable part of growing up would mean that nothing would never seem that shiny again. But then I went beserk about BtVS (and, more briefly, some other shows and books) in a way I never expected to.
(I was also going to go harrumph and say, "Just wait til you're 31, but I see HarmonyFB has already done that and trumped me by a decade to boot.)
This afternoon I suddenly thought of Eddie with "pro-choice" written on his arm. One of those images just sort of burned into my brain I suppose. Probably my biggest freakout moment was a few month ago when I saw that Weezer had a 10th anniversary edition of their first album out (I can remember saving up change to buy that cd, damn it). But yes, I always felt the music and just *stuff* from that moment was so important. It was that important for me. A kid out in the middle of no where Alabama hearing that there was something else? Someone like me or something? Yeah. *sigh*
Probably my biggest freakout moment was a few month ago when I saw that Weezer had a 10th anniversary edition of their first album out
Yes! I keep freaking out about things like that.
Like today, I realized that Jerry Cantrell is 38 years old. 38! Jerry Cantrell is 38. But ... but ... but ... he's in his early 20's, and he's got that baby face, and just ... he can't be 38 now!!!!
Um, yeah. Things like that.
This afternoon I suddenly thought of Eddie with "pro-choice" written on his arm. One of those images just sort of burned into my brain I suppose.
I totally know what you mean. That was SUCH a great moment. Like also Eddie jumping into the crowd in the "Evenflow" video, or Layne writhing in the cage in the "Man in the Box" video, or Kurt glowing golden in Nirvana unplugged.... stuff that sticks in your head forever.
I always felt the music and just *stuff* from that moment was so important. It was that important for me.It really was a fucking awesome moment in history. Looking back, I'm really glad I grew up with that
( ... )
I see where you're coming from, and I guess I'm sort of at the same place. I wouldn't want to trade in the knowledge that I have now.
Part of it was working with a band, following them on tour, seeing them backstage, traveling with them sometimes, hanging out with them in real life. The mystique goes away really quickly, and you realize they're just flawed people like everyone else.
I'm glad I experienced that; IMO it's better to see the truth, flaws and all, than be blinded by idealized mythology. I'm just going through a phase of missing those more innocent days, I suppose.
I have this tendency to live in the past, and to brood on it endlessly.One thing about me that I don't think people know is that I am repulsively sentimental about the past. Not in a reliving sense or wishing things were different, but exactly as you expressed. We moved so much that I always had a tendency to want to hang on to everything about the life I was leaving behind. Not only that, but I can still relate to the me that used to be. I remember how I thought at 6, at 10, 22--my timeline is very clearly demarcated in respect to age and where I was at the time but it almost folds over on itself, because I'm just me. This maudlin sentimentality extends to pasts that aren't even mine
( ... )
I wonder if it has to do with moving around so much at a young age. If you count pre-school, I had been to eight different schools by the time I got to high school, not to mention moving from Indiana to Puerto Rico to New Jersey. My first diary entry is me at 9, having just moved to Puerto Rico, listing everything I missed about Indiana.
I can still relate to the me that used to be. I remember how I thought at 6, at 10, 22--my timeline is very clearly demarcated in respect to age and where I was at the time but it almost folds over on itself, because I'm just me.Yep. Totally. My parents come to me now saying "Don't you see why we did [whatever stupid parental thing they thought they had to do]?" and I say no, I still take the position that I held back then. I still remember exactly how I thought and felt and why. Just because I was 10 doesn't mean I was stupid
( ... )
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It goes in cycles.
I felt like that about Star Trek, and then BtVS came along.
I felt like it about T.Rex, Queen etc. then there was Sisters of Mercy, Bauhaus. I felt like that about them, and now I'm starting to find some new stuff I like, and some old stuff I missed first time round.
Don't despair - there'll always be someone to make you go "Wow!" even when you think you'll never say it again.
And hey, nostalgia ain't what it used to be, kid!
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You might. There were things I loved unreservedly in my teens and I thought, afterwards, that a miserable part of growing up would mean that nothing would never seem that shiny again. But then I went beserk about BtVS (and, more briefly, some other shows and books) in a way I never expected to.
(I was also going to go harrumph and say, "Just wait til you're 31, but I see HarmonyFB has already done that and trumped me by a decade to boot.)
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Probably my biggest freakout moment was a few month ago when I saw that Weezer had a 10th anniversary edition of their first album out (I can remember saving up change to buy that cd, damn it).
But yes, I always felt the music and just *stuff* from that moment was so important. It was that important for me. A kid out in the middle of no where Alabama hearing that there was something else? Someone like me or something? Yeah.
*sigh*
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Yes! I keep freaking out about things like that.
Like today, I realized that Jerry Cantrell is 38 years old. 38! Jerry Cantrell is 38. But ... but ... but ... he's in his early 20's, and he's got that baby face, and just ... he can't be 38 now!!!!
Um, yeah. Things like that.
This afternoon I suddenly thought of Eddie with "pro-choice" written on his arm. One of those images just sort of burned into my brain I suppose.
I totally know what you mean. That was SUCH a great moment. Like also Eddie jumping into the crowd in the "Evenflow" video, or Layne writhing in the cage in the "Man in the Box" video, or Kurt glowing golden in Nirvana unplugged.... stuff that sticks in your head forever.
I always felt the music and just *stuff* from that moment was so important. It was that important for me.It really was a fucking awesome moment in history. Looking back, I'm really glad I grew up with that ( ... )
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I see where you're coming from, and I guess I'm sort of at the same place. I wouldn't want to trade in the knowledge that I have now.
Part of it was working with a band, following them on tour, seeing them backstage, traveling with them sometimes, hanging out with them in real life. The mystique goes away really quickly, and you realize they're just flawed people like everyone else.
I'm glad I experienced that; IMO it's better to see the truth, flaws and all, than be blinded by idealized mythology. I'm just going through a phase of missing those more innocent days, I suppose.
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I wonder if it has to do with moving around so much at a young age. If you count pre-school, I had been to eight different schools by the time I got to high school, not to mention moving from Indiana to Puerto Rico to New Jersey. My first diary entry is me at 9, having just moved to Puerto Rico, listing everything I missed about Indiana.
I can still relate to the me that used to be. I remember how I thought at 6, at 10, 22--my timeline is very clearly demarcated in respect to age and where I was at the time but it almost folds over on itself, because I'm just me.Yep. Totally. My parents come to me now saying "Don't you see why we did [whatever stupid parental thing they thought they had to do]?" and I say no, I still take the position that I held back then. I still remember exactly how I thought and felt and why. Just because I was 10 doesn't mean I was stupid ( ... )
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