Something pops up, an image, a sound, anything you’re drawn to but for all the rice in china you can’t figure out why. Then one night you spend an absurd amount of time listening to hardcore on YouTube and the answer is in your face, it’s the formative years. Maybe it’s 900 days that really form a foundation, movies, music, art, friends, society. Must look in to it.
For me it’s the John Hughes effect, it’s a red 944, not Kelly Lebrock but the other two girls the nerds were after. It’s the idea that you can have a day off without consequences.
Did generation me ever get over leg warmers, hanging out at the mall and really good cars. I doubt it. Lake, big lake… yeah, Dong was a great character. The 80’s rocked, the decade made me who I am. For better or for worse I’ll wear my sunglasses at night, they will be cheap sunglasses. I think I could spend the rest of my life speaking in 80’s song lyrics. So much good was said.
Was it all better because it was my formative years or was it just better. This is what this blog is about, the inciting incident, the causation. Why one reacts in such a way. Why a red Carrera will always be the most erotic car on the road, a four wheeled Holly Golightly.
Think it helps me understand myself buy thinking it out loud so to speak.
But for now I am stuck dwelling on the archetype of the 80’s. It’s in music, cars, people. It was real good. Except the members only jackets, fuck them
