Sunday, February 15, 2009

LISTEN: Sunday mix #4, Roller rink nostalgia '87

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Nostalgia sits on the opposite side of wanderlust and travelers know it all too well. There are two basic encounters with this sickness:

1. The uninitiated: typically late at night or after phone calls back home... moments of girlish neediness. At other times, it is triggered by association, elevating the most mundane objects like a favorite mug or even front door keys (with their specific American cut), to the level of Platonic form (uh... was my 'big blue mug' ever really that special?). 

2. Nostalgia as medicine, the chosen embrace of stupid old shit that is suddenly (and unreasonably) hypnotic. Old films, baseball websites and improvised cajun food all assume narcotic form for me when things aren't going so well abroad. 

But the hands down, most guilt-inducing indulgence of wimpiness is a playlist of freshly pubescent pop faves. No one can escape its tentacular snare. For me, it consists of pre-house roller rink tracks from the late 80s. 

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Growing up in south Florida, we had a steady flow of freestlye, with its Latin roots, mixed in with the standard oldschool rap/electro and sappy Stevie B. ballads. It is a musical mix stuck between two eras, teetering between analogue and digital...  always sounding a bit awkward yet so self-assured. Love it or hate, no one has to know if you listen (be advised, 2 couple-skates):

7 comments:

Alice said...

Another great sunday mix!reminded me that when something (or someone) is gone you shouldn't feel sorry for that, but greatful that this thing( or person) was in your life, even if for a short period of time , but made you happy.

Bluesfrau said...

I was born an essential nostalgic. I was nostalgic even as a six years old. The fact that birthday parties were over after a few hours and life would be back to "normal" didn't make sense to me - when there was so much special around. So at the age of six I decided birthday parties are sad because the pure fun they meant wasn't everlasting. The essence of nostalgia...

fucoid said...

alice, it is a wise technique. thankfully (?) for me in this case, stevie b lives on in digital immortality... smelly rental skates are always an itune click away.

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bluesfrau, suicide rates globally are the highest around holidays...

hushush said...

i noticed that you started writing things from a more personal perspective (or ive been selectively reading the ones that werent) but yeh i think it's a really interesting read. the mix between other people's influences and ideas and those of your own feels just right (unlike my own near unconscious gibber) its nice!

fucoid said...

hi hushush.... you have emerged from the blizzard:) i enjoy your writings lately because they seem less self conscious yet very personal.

hushush said...

really? i didnt realize i was and i didnt realize you read.

its useful to hear it from an outsider's perspective. but i guess if i was in a blizzard i was. thanks :)

fucoid said...

i left a comment on a recent post... you didn't see? :(