Origami X Redux
Generation X music and movies ramblings
Combining my recent chat, comment on that chat, and followup note into a cohesive thought. Thoughts. I require more coffee, and I have a MRI of my head later today, so I might be a little scattered. But isn’t that what y’all say about my generation? Scattered and slack? Ha. Ha, ha. Anyhoo.
“Or am I origami?”
Discovered I know all the words to Eve 6’s “Inside Out”, despite not having heard it in, perhaps, decades. Gen X represent. I feel very Reality Bites proud over here. Any other Gen Xers over here?
I can’t even tell you any other Eve 6 songs, but I know every. single. word. The brain is a a mysterious labyrinth.
What song resonates with your generation, with you, even though you haven’t heard it in forever? What movie is your Reality Bites, your The Craft, your Clueless? (That’s right, we were 20-somethings when all of those came out. So, there. Get off my lawn.)
“The tick-tock of the clock is painful, all sane and logical…tie me to the bedpost”
(I am now listening to Everclear, and I know all the words: “I am still dreaming of your ghost…”
I had to look it up. The Reality Bites soundtrack:
1. My Sharona * The Knack
2. Spin the Bottle * The Juliana Hatfield 3
3. Bed of Roses * The Indians
4. When You Come Back to Me * World Party
5. Going, Going, Gone * The Posies
6. Stay (I Missed You) * Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories (if you can't karaoke this, you aren't GenX or older)
7. All I Want Is You * U2
8. Locked Out * Crowded House
9. Spinning Around Over You * Lenny Kravitz
10. I'm Nuthin' * Ethan Hawke
11. Turnip Farm * Dinosaur Jr.
12. Revival! * Me Phi Me
13. Tempted (94) * Squeeze (ditto on the karaoke)
14. Baby, I Love Your Way * Big Mountain
Came out February 18, 1994, two days after my 20th birthday
Vídeo NSFW
written fourteen hours later:
Thought of something related that made me feel a little old (okay, only a little old): listening to a 90’s playlist on Apple, and it reminded me of seeing Clueless in the theater. When the Mighty Mighty Bosstones came on screen…I was the only person in the crowded theater who laughed appreciatively. No one else in the audience recognized them—because they were all in middle school.
It was 1995; I knew them from previously being in Boston and lurking around Tower Records on Newbury St. while in grad school in Boston University.
I was 23.
I miss Boston. I think I lived there in another life. I miss that time, when the net was basically Compuserve, AOL, and telnet and gopher. And no cell phones—you could just disappear and walk the city or sit on the banks of Walden Pond and no one could reach you for a while. It was just you and your thoughts and your book and your writing. Exploring the world and yourself. I choked up a little writing that. I love today’s Internet; it keeps me sane as a chronically ill and disabled person that spends a great deal of time at home by necessity. It has given me so many new friends, publishing opportunities, and my podcast. But there was something about that time I fear is lost. We expect everybody to always be available, and we have become accustomed to always looking at our devices, instead of the beautiful cobblestones and the historical plaques on the buildings around us. Before I become melancholy and start researching Amtrak disabled ticket prices to Boston from Virginia, I shall leave you with a pic of me in downtown Boston when I was a grad student at BU. I wish I still had that J. Crew trench coat. I had a fedora to match. Plowing through the snow in style. By the way, I am the short one in the photo.
In my head, that’s the Pink Panther appearing behind me. :D
I think I am going to either listen to the Bosstones, the Bites soundtrack, or the Clueless soundtrack to my MRI and huge blood 🩸 draw. It’s on like Donkey Kong. Happy Friday, cupcakes.