A bit rambly
My headspace is so weird sometimes. I was laughing at this “soft rock hits” infomercial (and feeling a bit guilty for the ones I like), and they showed a few artists from ’77 (yes folks, a year before I was born), and I found myself imagining what the artist’s headspace was, which is sort of a combination of bits of my headspace from when I was extremely young and my mom played that music, movies and history from that time, and my recent thoughts about what constitutes “everyday” concepts of technology and culture for a given time.
It’s an entertaining frame of mind, as the hilariously namby-pamby reminiscence-focused music flips by, until they pass by a song I remember from when I was 10.
Yeah, that’s 1988, I know, but I was a pretty deeply depressed ten-year-old. *chuckle* Sometimes I wonder if I didn’t survive my teen years a little easier because I started diving into alienation and abandonment before puberty. Hehe, my first real crush was around then, and I just have to laugh at how terribly, vitally serious that kind of thing is at that age.
I do wish I’d had someone to talk to at that age who might have helped me laugh about things a little. I didn’t pick up an older male ‘mentor’ until Jeff, when I was 14 or 15.
Music that feels like you’re constantly looking behind you, since then, has totally irritated the fuck out of me. I call it “Sunday afternoon music”, because my mom would turn on this kind of stuff while she’d clean. Even songs I kinda like make me shudder.
Anyway. It’s like 4 in the morning, I’ve been staying up ultra-late all this weekend for no good reason, and any posts I make at this time are … just about unintelligible in the morning, heh, so we’ll see what I think tomorrow.