Monday, November 10, 2008

1995

First, a warning: Mom and Dad, this post may seem boring to you, because I will be referring to a bunch of pop culture that you most likely either don't remember or wish you didn't remember.

You know that song by Bowling for Soup, "1985," that talks about a woman who is stuck in the 80s? Well, I came to a realization a few days ago, while riding in the car with my husband. We were listening to the radio, the same station I've been listening to since my freshman year of college, and a song came on that neither of us had ever heard, by someone we'd never heard of. We are old fogies. I am that woman from that Bowling for Soup song, except that instead 1985, I'm stuck in 1995. Here is proof:

1. My husband and I recorded all 5 hours of VH1's 100 Best Songs of the 90s, then stayed up all night watching it and reminiscing about back in the day when music was good. Back when people still knew who Pearl Jam was and when REM was touring. We knew all of the songs on the list. We even noticed which songs were missing that should have been included. If they do the same thing for this decade I may get lucky and recognize a few songs that made it into movies I saw.

2. The radio station I used to listen to (101.9, the End, which I was true and faithful to) had their flashback lunch, and I was expecting some early Depeche Mode, but got "Champagne Supernova" by Oasis instead. Which came out while I was in college. They referred to Oasis as a classic band. Remember the line from "1985" "When did Motley Crue become classic rock?" That actual lyric popped into my head when the DJ said Oasis was classic. I actually switched stations to X96 (my brother will be amazed, I think, that I listen to that station, because I am a fogie) because they play more 90s alternative than my old station. And they just call it good stuff, not classics.

3. My friends that are younger than me (and not by that much, actually) talk about bands all the time that I've never heard of. For example, I have now heard of Dashboard Confessional and Panic at the Disco, but I feel completely out of the loop, because I don't know their music at all. I used to pride myself in college for knowing who sang what song and being up on all the new stuff. Actually, my husband and I kind of make a game of it with songs from his iPod, which are all from the 90s. Yeah, we're fogies.

4. I still wear Gap jeans and T-shirts and the same sweaters I wore in 1995. And I have 6 pairs of Doc Martins. If you are wondering what Doc Martins are, look up 1995 fashion.

5. I feel betrayed by Bon Jovi, because I found out a while back that he was releasing a country album. Country!!! This is Bon Jovi, whose concerts I have attended, who thought I was a crazy stalker at the Olympic closing ceremonies because I was standing on my chair in the orchestra pit 10 feet away and screaming "I LOVE YOU!" I don't feel that way anymore, Mr. Jovi. And I just haven't connected like that with any of the more recent singers. Because I don't know who they are.

6. Some younger friends have commented in the past on my funny prom dresses. Funny as in old and out of date. I still don't get what's funny.

7. I still use the word awesome a lot. And I am not opposed to the use of the word rad. Like, I think "Smells Like Teen Spirit" is an awesome song, but not as rad as anything on U2's Joshua Tree album.

8. When someone tells me their car was made in 1995, I still think of it as kind of new. Not 13 years old and ready to retire. I saw a Mazda Miata in the parking lot at Walmart the other day, and I'm pretty sure it was a model from around 1995. It looked old, and not so hot anymore. It was kind of a shock.

Is anyone else with me? I am totally stuck in a time where music was the best, good movies were still being made, and clothes were totally cute. (I don't tuck in my shirts and puff them out, though--I know better.) And I realize that my tastes all froze 13 years ago whenever I hear that song "1985." Or when I look around and I'm the only one in Doc Martins in the room, and everyone else is groovin' to a song that came out 3 years ago that I've never heard of.

8 comments:

Jenny said...

I feel your pain! I stopped listening to the radio when we lived in the Deep South and I've never gone back. Now, when I listen, I don't recognize anything. I didn't recognize either of those bands you listed either.
I saw REM when they toured for their Monster album (which came out in 1994). It was so awesome. I don't realize how out of date I am because the bands I love keep releasing albums. REM, Weezer, Counting Crows, Radiohead, etc. If Kurt Cobain came back from the grave and wrote a new song, I'd listen to that one too. But not Courtney Love. If she died, she better stay dead.

Mike is much better than me about staying on top of things, but that's because he religiously downloads the free single of the week from iTunes. It's a little shot of current for our old music.

There's a Linkin Park song that has my last name in it and some teenage boys from church sing it to me when they see me. One day, one of the boys asked me, "Did you ever hear that song before we sang it to you?" I said, "Uh, well, I had heard of the band Linkin Park. Does that count?" He shook his head in sadness. Tsk tsk tsk.

Jenny said...

P.S. My nephew has started saying, "awesome" all the time. Guess who he picked it up from? His turbo rad aunt, that's who.

rachelsaysso said...

Remember when tried to bring the word radical back? Not just rad but RADICAL! We are so cool.

And I too made the realization a few months ago that I was officially old because I had spent more time listening to NPR instead of the pop music station and didn't know anyone who sang on it.

Angela said...

Oh Rach you make me laugh sooo hard! As long as I live, I will never forget the sight of you screaming at Bon Jovi with your little white hat on! And I just donated my doc martins to DI last year. It was a sad day...

Emma said...

The thing that made me feel old this week was the realization that people who are turning 18 this year were born in 1990. That's right, 1990. I stopped listening to pop radio when we moved to Baltimore (that was over 7 years ago) because the only stations there were R&B and rap, and I have never gone back. I think my prom dresses DO look funny, but THANK GOODNESS my wedding dress doesn't. I mercifully avoided the super puffed sleeves and the but bow. Life definitely moves too fast. And hey, at least you're not stuck in the 80's. That would be a real tragedy.

Tasha said...

AWESOME post Rach!

KFoxL said...

There is a stage that happens right after you realize all these things. It's called "I don't care." You mourn your youth and lost coolness but the harder you try to hold onto it the more it slips through your fingers. I actually like the "I don't care" phase. Because I'm no longer cool, and I really, truly don't care. One less thing to worry about. I think the next stage is midlife crisis, and I think that's when you start to care again. That doesn't sound as fun. I must say I'm with ya on the 90s nostaligia. Those were good times.

LindaF said...

Rachel,
This is one of my favorite blog entries EVER!