So, I have this sister, M*, who razzes me about growing up in the 80s. About my hair styles, clothes and tastes in music (and music videos). All very interesting. But considering by the time I was really independent (16 or 17 years and up), we are talking the 90's. I graduated in 1991 from high school. My first 1/2 of the 90s was spent attending college and traveling Europe. College and music really go hand in hand. All this was before ipods and MP3 players. I had a boyfriend for years that would take me to ALL the concerts...and I mean ALL. The fraternities would blast music from their windows. The first thing I did after walking into my dorm room or house was to flip the radio on to 97x the Future of Rock and Roll...aka the local station playing college music in a college town. I even was a DJ on the college radio station for a semester. I was an art major in the studios for hours and there was always a radio permanently stationed in each studio. Mixes...remember mixes? Oh yes...we had our mixed tapes. (Okay...this was before you could burn your own CDs too. Now M* is really going to razz me.)
So last night, when I fiddled around with my first playlist...I gravitated toward the 1990s...and those songs that I grew up on. Yes, I listened to 80s songs...in the 80s but I lived in the 1990s. I matured in the 1990s. I figured myself out in the 1990s. So I think, I need to find those long lost and forgotten songs that I listened to...if only to remember those feelings/memories/thoughts that made me who I am today. The songs of the 90s are so diverse in style. I want to recapture it and save them...in a way that will last longer than a mixed tape.
(And M*...who doesn't look dorky in middle school. I guess I had a double whammy...the 80s and being 12! Talk about awkward!)
A Generation Xer