Two of the best books I’ve read in the past year are:
X Saves the World: How Generation X Got the Shaft but Can Still Keep Everything from Sucking
Perfect from Now On: How Indie Rock Saved my Life
They have a similar approach in that they are part autobiography, part social commentary, part cultural/musical curation of the 80’s-90’s. These books spoke to me about the choices I’ve made and the things that I value. Not that I’ve had some deep transformative experience but I’ve simply been reminded that the person I was in the 90’s is not who I am now…but that the 90’s version of me wasn’t so bad.
With that awareness in mind I set off on a reclamation journey to find that guy and re-introduce him to my late 20’s self: see if they they get along or if they pick fights with each other. Over the last year or so I’ve been pleased to see many character traits and values re-emerge through this mental journey.
I’ve experienced a reconnection with art, with music, with marginalized worldviews and with a more cantankerous, temperamental and opinionated self. This doesn’t sound like a lot of fun – but it has been. My profane self has awoke with a loud Fuck You and blue flame. My more reserved, parental and contentious self has been affected in a big way: but it hasn’t been entirely lost by any stretch.
What I’m getting at though is that my movement back into the world of art, poetry, independent music, Gen X angst (as misdirected it is experienced now) has helped to shift me in a new direction with a new guttural drive. I’m enjoying that very much and it’s been this nihilistic, devil-may-care attitude that has been the lynchpin for movement.
Sooo…I guess all I want to say is Fuck You and pass the kabob.