Looking at a good life.
July 26, 2008
Tears filled my eyes one day…
It was in the spring of 1993, I was 11 years old and I remember sitting in the cafeteria/auditorium and feeling particularly left out at the end of dance class. At that time I was in the fifth grade and we were practicing for a recital using the song by Queen Latifah “Ladies First”.
I was upset over a conversation a few friends were having on techno music. I can still remember wondering, “Techno music?” as they shared names of favorite songs and albums. The issue was that at that age, you want to be able to share things with your friends, add to the conversation, feel connected and so on. It’s not so much a follow the leader type of scenario, it was more of a belonging to a group case. [I hope you understand my standpoint.]
So, aside from not having the ‘in’ things until about a year or two later, whether it was the yoyo, jumbo pacifier, windbreakers, adidas or nike’s, now I didn’t even know or have an idea about techno music. So, I just burst into tears. (chuckles) I remember two of my classmates asking me what was wrong and I remember my weeping reply, “I don’t know what techno is!”
To say the least, they giggled at the situation and I probably would have done the same thing if I knew what it was but I didn’t, I just felt left out. Now-a-days it amuses me how something so simple seemed as important as putting food on the table and maintaining a comfortable life. I can clearly see the major differences between adolescent and adulthood.
Anyway, let me get back to my point for this blog which is music. I chose this because it was something I’ve always felt a connection to, [especially when it makes my hairs stand up].
Just last night, I was browsing YouTube and I came across songs that invoked memories of a time that I never thought would end or that I couldn’t see changing. At 11 years old, reaching the age of 18 still seems a long way off, but before you know it, you’re in your late 20’s. Like me, here I am 15 years later- and yea, times have changed and I have grown. I admit it was never something I felt happening but when I place my memories in front of the mirror-the reflection of change is abundant. [I still get i.d.'d for my Newports-its flattering] But all in all being glad that I was faced with this realization came another realization: life has been good despite it’s obstacles.
Simply put, memories that make me feel good inside and proud of everything else is the kind of fuel that hope needs so that it could gain strength for the will that drives me towards my future and goals.
So, I put together a selection of songs that I’d like to share with you as a result.
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Enjoy- Looking at a good life!
1990’s thru
