Also posted because I found some of WJAR's old production music records last weekend.
7:20 Juan Valdez!
bean by motherfucking bean...
Here's a question, what was everyone doing in September 1985? It occurs to me that a lot of you weren't even born yet, others of you were just kids, and to you this is ancient history.
Myself, I was starting college, which makes this video mildly uncomfortable: I don't much like thinking about my life back then. Tip to those of you who haven't quite hit 30 yet: your brain is still developing, and you are doing your best with what is fundamentally buggy hardware. If you're inclined to beat yourself up ... don't. It's okay to make mistakes -- in fact it's inevitable -- and berating yourself for mistakes doesn't really help. It doesn't even keep you honest nearly as much as it wastes your energy; instead make amends where appropriate and resolve to do better next time, and forgive yourself.
This has been: Bort wishing he could tell his younger self things that would have given him a lot of peace of mind.
I was shitting a diaper and sucking on tits. My excuse is that I was a couple months old.
I was starting to like Transformers more than Go-Bots, even though I had more Go-Bots.
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2 years before I was born, but thanks a lot for the advice.
I do beat myself up and kind of feel paralyzed and trapped by bad decisions and inaction. It's nice to know I'm not alone and maybe it will all get better once I get my head out of my ass and grow up.
That really cheered me up, Bort, thanks again.
There's no timetable on any of it; just try to move forward, try not to harm others, and you're doing just fine. I will advise you to try to learn one new skill every year, though, so by the time you're 40 you'll know how to do a variety of cool things.
I didn't start turning into a person I could feel comfortable with until I was 30. In part that's on me for wasting so much energy beating myself up that I not only couldn't appreciate myself, I also had trouble moving forward -- bad choice on my part. But part was simply that I was young, I lacked experience, my brain-hardware was still kind of buggy, and as a result immaturity was inevitable. I made a conscious choice to start tackling major issues in my life when I was 30, and perhaps it didn't happen any earlier simply because I had previously been incapable of doing so.
Side note, I've discovered I like getting old. I'm not fond of the aching when I climb out of bed, but in terms of general peace of mind and managing to keep my priorities straight, there's no contest, I'll take my middle-aged life over my youthful one any day.
I was 16 and remember it all
I was just old enough to start developing long term memories, so stuff like this from the mid-eighties is really burned into my brain.
I concur with Bort. As a person in my 30's who is currently back in college for a second degree, I look around at the traditional college students, and I'm so grateful for the experience and perspective that I have now. I'd much rather be in my 30's than my 20's any day.
I was 7 but I don't recall exactly what I was up to. I had some pet mice so I was probably hanging out with them if I wasn't at school or friends' houses.
The Atari 7800 didn't come out until the next year and I didn't get one until it was already a couple years old because we were pretty poor back then, so I hadn't played a video game yet, but I'm pretty sure that was the year I first watched Psycho.
Kudos to my parents for introducing me to Hitchcock in grade school. That way by the time I was out of high school I was well over the whole "high art" thing and would take a badly produced instructional video over Bergman any day of the week.
"I'd much rather be in my 30's than my 20's any day."
My mind is with you, but my bowels disagree. It's been a long time since I could eat a big plate of spicy nachos right before bed and wake up in the morning feeling fine.
Dropping acid with my black lover and hacking telnet with a 300 baud modem. Those were the days, yes they were, miracles happening everywhere, where are they now? They're gone. (insert mad Clapton guitar solo here).
erm, telenet. Forgive me, it's been a while and that period is a little hazy.
I would add to Bort's comment by saying, you're going to do some crazy shit when you are young. Revel in your time. If you don't, you'll be one of those fucked up adults that keeps trying to behave like a teenager. Don't be that asshole.
September 1985, just started 9th grade.
And I remember exactly where I was when I heard about Challenger.
"I would add to Bort's comment by saying, you're going to do some crazy shit when you are young. Revel in your time. If you don't, you'll be one of those fucked up adults that keeps trying to behave like a teenager. Don't be that asshole."
This. Or at the very least, don't entirely rule out the possibility of reveling on whatever scale suits you. My college years were very productive -- four years, two degrees, exceptional GPA -- but the cost was, I had no social life and was pretty unhappy throughout. I don't think I could ever have been the sort of person who went to keggers and shouted "WOOOOO!", totally not my style; but nevertheless I should have spent a fraction less time pushing myself and just a smidgen of time enjoying myself. The universe would have survived.
I'm pleased to say that I don't feel any need to catch up where I missed out; I'm I'm good with my current life and that's more than enough for me. But, I wouldn't mind being able to look back at my college years and think, "man, those were tough times but there were some awesome experiences too".
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Things haven't changed all that much.
Born in the RSR
Quick disclaimer: I wouldn't really know, but to me television is pretty much the same, only with no pesky crawlers or hashtags.
Corruption in the financial industry and perpetual setbacks trying to get equal rights under the law for gay people. Pretty much the same as today.
Some guy in a big suit from 1985 on the line...
"Time isn't holding us,
Time isn't after us.
Same as it ever was,
Look where my hand was."
A guy who lifted most of his sound from music made by gay, black and gay black artists half a decade earlier.
Same as it ever was.
(I still love the Talking Heads though, even though I'm one of those weirdos who thinks they were better when Eno wasn't working with them).
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