Music of the times

[azurelunatic]

Like it or not, there are three eras of pop music engraved in my emotions for near enough to all time. One of the eras is vaguely 1995 through 1997, the seasons surrounding the fateful summer of 1996. It was an interesting time -- love, life, loss, friendship, near-death experiences of other people, babysitting, and lonliness.

That's the music that'll pull my strings every time. Some songs passed under my radar, but some of them can probably still stop me in my tracks and trance me out ...

Next is 1998/9. Good morning, insomniac depressive Lunatic. You have nothing to do, so why don't you stay up all night staring at MTV and VH1?

Then there's 2000-2002. I wasn't listening to the radio then, but there were these televisions in the cafeteria at college, plugged into the special College Television Network, with the popular music videos of the day on constantly, interrupted only by inane advertisements. It was with this background that my mind and trust were courted, and my heart followed along after. There are some songs that just make me grin, now, whenever I hear them -- not because they're good, or because I like them on their own merit, but because they were on in the background while I was falling in love.

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[elance.livejournal.com]

The summer of 1996 was a pretty awful one for me, too. It's sort of blurry in my head, though.

[azurelunatic]

My memories are very vivid. It is thanks to Darkside that I'm at all coherent about it now.

[dragontdc.livejournal.com]

Er, doesn't that cover a continuous period from 1995-2002? These count as eras? Whoah! Eras are getting shorter all the time!

For me, it's 1982-1986, then 1990-1993, and then a bit in 1999.

[azurelunatic]

It's separate eras in my life, and there was a bit of a break between each of them.

Start the first era: August 1995. Fade out the first era after the summer of 1996, trailing off into January '97. I was in high school.

Fade in the next era in the fall of 1998, and cut it off short in May 1999. I was attempting college, and failing miserably.

Start the next era in winter 2000, and continue it until Student Services gave up the College Television Network as a bad job because everyone kept yanking the cable out from the back of the thing, because there was no way for the users to manually adjust the volume, you had to get the remote from Student Services, and it was turned up fit to deafen an elephant. I was attending college seriously, in a different state of the union and state of mind.