Wednesday, August 27, 2014

1990-1994: Yellow Ledbetter.

Whoa nelly, are these getting a little more introspective. Stuff started to matter. The way my life would shape was beginning to be evident. And always with the music in the background.

I'm going a tiny bit out of chronological order because this one was just too perfect not to post today. August 27th. Which back in 1994 happened to be the first Saturday night I spent as a college student. And there was debauchery on Main St. in Oneonta. And then there was the convergence of two groups of marauding college students. And then there was a boy. At that moment in time, he was The Boy.

And the fact that I remember this speaks to my freakishly accurate memory and the impact that this random encounter would have on me. Oh, the first loves. They were so intense, weren't they?? And when you're 19 and you kiss The Boy for the first time in his dorm room with Pearl Jam playing softly in the background, you feel like the Earth has tilted a little bit on its axis.

The beauty of the music being that you get to reminisce upon it for years to come.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

1990-1994: Scary Sad.

Babydoll dresses and Doc Martens and sunflowers and peace signs. A regular little flower child. With a side of punk. I think it was because I was always crushin' on the boys with skateboards.

Monday, August 25, 2014

1990-1994: Wind of Change.

It was either going to be this or Jesus Jones's "Right Here, Right Now". Both speak to me about the transitions happening in the world, and within my life. Just as the Cold War was ending and the boundaries of the world shifting, I was beginning high school, seemingly leaving my "childhood" as my worldview and sense of self began to be inexplicably altered. 

This particular five year span, in retrospect, was probably one of the most dynamic of my life. Between 1990 and 1994 I went from high school to college, from cheerleader/SADD secretary/yearbook and prom committee member with huge hair to an angsty young adult, who would struggle for years to find her place in the world, with a Dolores O'Riordan pixie, piercings, and tattoos. 

The wind of change, indeed. 

Friday, August 22, 2014

1985-1989: Hysteria.

The song that changed everything. This took me from a world of pop to a world of acid-wash and hair bands. The pinnacle of my life was seeing Def Leppard in concert in the summer of 1988. This was my first, like for reals, favorite song in ever. And I spent years believing...believing...that Rick Savage was my soul mate.

Next week...oh, the early 90s. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. But the music was fierce. See you Monday! 

Thursday, August 21, 2014

1985-1989: Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now.

Sixth grade. First "boyfriend". First "song". That is all.

Oh, and then my mom told me that Starship was derived from the original Jefferson Airplane and my entire brain fell out my ear. 

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

1985-1989: Open Your Heart.

I may or may not have had the entire dance routine to this video memorized. I may or may not have acted it out in my living room. I may or may not have fancied myself very Madonna-ish with the little beauty mark above my lip.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

1985-1989: Hold Me.

Let's just face it. You can't hide from your past and even the fabulously mortifying parts of our 11 year old selves. OMFG. I loved Menudo when I was kid. Ricky Martin. Yikes. Bordering on obsession, and my mom can verify this.

I have very distinct memories of making my parents watch some countdown show on Nickelodeon during dinner just to catch this video. And swooning. Over tacos and root beer. Viva la vida loco, for truth.