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Listen Lola Listen
17Aug2004 Filed under: Product PlacementThe Run Lola Run soundtrack is giving me some crazy synesthetic nostalgia. How can cheap soundtrack techno inspire such wistful emoting? It’s all wrapped up in Dre and my trip to Europe in ‘99 and raving and Lotus and Love Parade and temporary autonomous zones and urban true love and jeez: enough already.
One of my father’s thoughts, post-wedding, was how strange it was to hear many of my friends (folks ranging from about 25 to 35) wax poetical about “the good ol’ days” five or ten years ago. He remarked on the power of nostalgia, and how if five years ago seems nostalgic now, just imagine how FOURTY YEARS AGO will feel when you’re at your daughter’s wedding and you start thinking back on your own earlier days.
Time, memory and nostalgia mesmorize me.
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Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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heidi janet
August 17th, 2004 at 3:02 pm
the photos from your wedding made my dad nostalgic, it all took him back to the many weddings he attended in the 60’s.
he was floored that it was 40 years ago.
leblanc
August 18th, 2004 at 1:55 pm
i personally have found it weird that you often refer to “the good old days” (in more or less words), as if they are long passed. not because of your age, but because i still feel the reverberations of the last 15 years of my life quite vividly, and so don’t generally talk about them in past tense, as they are still present.
Ariel
August 18th, 2004 at 2:08 pm
Can’t really explain it Amy, but I’ll try. Although I’m still making “the good ol’ days” as I speak, there’s a bittersweet flavor of certain kinds of experiences having passed. For instance, raving. Among my circle of friends, those are many of the “good ol’ days” that get reminisced about. It’s not that I couldn’t go to a 10,000 person warehouse party like I used to…they still happen, and I could still go. But the period in my life when those events profoundly affected me is over. I’ve learned that lesson, and have moved on to others.
That doesn’t mean that the ones I’m learning right now aren’t exciting or wonderful or fantastic. But there’s still a sense of loss that certain experiences, certain lessons are over. In some ways, it’s the sadness of understanding that you can’t repeat an introduction endlessly. There are new introductions to be made, and that’s part of what keeps life so flavorful and sweet…but the bittersweetness comes in from realizing that there are certain experiences and lessons that have been so fully integrated that they’re, well, completed. It’s a sense of graduating from an experience…and it’s great! But still a little sad.