"I tell ya, they just don't play the game they way we used to anymore."
I haven't seen The Worst Person in the World yet but the film is at the top of my watch list from now on. The whole first part of your newsletter deeply resonated with me. I was born in 1980 and Aksels observations sums it up very precisely.
When I look back at the time in the early 90s, a transfiguring view sets in for me. I could never quite untangle that feeling—a mixture of melancholy and happiness. Maybe that's one of the important parts of that time that I miss: the concrete and tangible.
A certain form of natural confidence in things, without having to stare nervously at the map app or messengers on your smartphone. A time when you asked people for directions; when you just went to visit a friend without knowing if he was even home; when you arranged a time to meet at a certain place; when you borrowed floppy disks to make a "backup" copy of a game.
I really enjoyed reading this issue, Will. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
I was lucky enough to see Nirvana and the Breeders at the end of '93 at NYC's Roseland Ballroom. So much raw energy in such a small venue. They were incredible live, and Kurt doesn't get enough credit for his amazing voice.
I'm sorry,,,,,,, YHF is FOURTH in your ranking of Wilco albums? Absolutely smashing the cancelled button.
I saw Tull at the Aragon and, of all groups, Sha Na Nah, opened for them on June 5, 1970! "Preserve you memories, they're all that's left you. . . "