College, revisited
I work at the college I attended/graduated from about ten years ago. It is, in the lingo of the biz, and Institution of Higher Education--IHE, an unfriendly, un-pronounce-able acronym. Then again, it's a lovely coupling of pronouns, "I-he."
Perhaps b/c of my fairly recent return to the campus of my youth, I've been listening to the Cure a lot lately. It's been years--in fact, they were more of a high school fascination. By the second year in college, it was all Pavement and REM's Automatic for the People. And the Beastie Boys. And Nirvana.
ANYWAY. Just got "Seventeen Seconds" and "Faith" on CD. I have the entire Cure discography (well, not true anymore--none of these greatest hits and extras crapola they've been releasing the last few years) on cassette tape, which means I can listen to it in the car (I must have bought the last car in 1999 to have a tape deck instead of CD player). Seventeen Seconds is still...what? Not "moving" in the way it was when I was 14, but engrossing. Wonderful to listen to. Faith will likely be the same.
posted by shorttina @ 6:50 PM
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I also wonder sometimes if the things I loved so much in my teenage years would carry as much meaning or emotion into adulthood. The book The Catcher in the Rye is a good example. I haven't read it again out of apprehension that it wouldn't be nearly so wonderful.
I think our angst and surging hormones made us love and identify with these forms of art more dearly. Not that they don't still hold up or that we don't still feel pangs in our hearts when we read/see/hear them, but we generally have different hormonal makeups now than we did then.
And now this gets me sidetracked, wondering hormonally how things are different for instance for a man who became a woman--how the hormones changed their outlook (not how their body did). I suppose it would be difficult to separate the two, but it's interesting to consider.
See, I think I read Catcher in the Rye too late in life. I was well into college, and just didn't have much of a connection to it.
I do still sometimes feel an unusual pang when new music is truly outstanding. Felt this way recently when I was driving back from Little Rock on a Monday morning, listening to Bright Eyes' "I'm wide awake, it's morning" for the first time. Will have to explain more later.
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