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arguchiki picked up a copy of tears for fears' the hurting today.
wow.
i played the crap out of this and songs from the big chair when i was in high school and college--i had them both on vinyl, and made my own tapes to play in the car. i haven't listened to either album since about 1991, when i got rid of my turntable. i've been meaning to buy them again ever since, but haven't gotten around to looking for them until today. i would have bought both albums today, but sonic boom didn't have SFTBC.
listening to these songs is bringing back memories. feelings. angst. loneliness. alienation. mostly loneliness. the pervasive sense of hopelessness that came from growing up in a rust belt state in the 1980's. reminds me of 1985: driving up u.s. 131 to grand rapids junior college every morning from my parents' suburban house, through the industrial district, getting off at the wealthy street exit just before the S-curves, then up division avenue through the red light district (pretty quiet so early in the morning) to the college's parking garage. playing my homemade tapes over and over and over...loud, broadcasting my cliche'd 1980's disaffection to whomever happened to be around. and again late at night...playing these albums (in heavy rotation with a number of others) through headphones so as not to wake my mom and dad. lying in the dark, insomniac, wondering if anything was ever going to change, feeling helpless to change anything myself. waiting...waiting...waiting...
i think one of the reasons i love the movie donnie darko so much is because it has tears for fears songs in it. even if one of them is covered by someone else. (it's a good cover, anyway.)
i can already tell i'm going to play this fucking thing over and over for a few days. welcome to my new obsession.
it's funny to me that music from the various angst-ridden genres was generally written, performed, and recorded by and for young people. the older i get, the more i realize that it's old people who really need it.
wow.
i played the crap out of this and songs from the big chair when i was in high school and college--i had them both on vinyl, and made my own tapes to play in the car. i haven't listened to either album since about 1991, when i got rid of my turntable. i've been meaning to buy them again ever since, but haven't gotten around to looking for them until today. i would have bought both albums today, but sonic boom didn't have SFTBC.
listening to these songs is bringing back memories. feelings. angst. loneliness. alienation. mostly loneliness. the pervasive sense of hopelessness that came from growing up in a rust belt state in the 1980's. reminds me of 1985: driving up u.s. 131 to grand rapids junior college every morning from my parents' suburban house, through the industrial district, getting off at the wealthy street exit just before the S-curves, then up division avenue through the red light district (pretty quiet so early in the morning) to the college's parking garage. playing my homemade tapes over and over and over...loud, broadcasting my cliche'd 1980's disaffection to whomever happened to be around. and again late at night...playing these albums (in heavy rotation with a number of others) through headphones so as not to wake my mom and dad. lying in the dark, insomniac, wondering if anything was ever going to change, feeling helpless to change anything myself. waiting...waiting...waiting...
i think one of the reasons i love the movie donnie darko so much is because it has tears for fears songs in it. even if one of them is covered by someone else. (it's a good cover, anyway.)
i can already tell i'm going to play this fucking thing over and over for a few days. welcome to my new obsession.
it's funny to me that music from the various angst-ridden genres was generally written, performed, and recorded by and for young people. the older i get, the more i realize that it's old people who really need it.
