Tonight, I was driving. Some music came randomly onto my stereo that I grew up with- music that really helped me at a moment of transition in my youth. And I noticed something that I have been noticing more and more lately: that much of this music, while still full of meaning and despair, triumph and heart, is gaining another level in my mind. It is becoming cemented; inextricably tied to the time period it came from. The song retains some of its effect on me- but through memory, not directly. It sounds like a '90s song.
In my case, it's the '90s, but I'm sure this is what Dr. Gonzo felt sitting in a Vegas casino in the mid-'70s, after his revolution had fizzled and sputtered out and some "rat bastard" put "Mr. Tambourine Man" on the PA.
Does this mean that I've changed? That the world has moved on? Or both?
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