I’ll begin with The Strokes Live at MTV’s $2 Bill. The very sight of it strikes a match in me that pulls my soul into nostalgia. The very origin of terms that was once thought of as a mental disorder. Which, I still believe holds some truth if you are anything like me. The past is more than trendy clothes or hearing your parents being asked “Smoking or Non-smoking?” It is a deep sentimental feeling found in the background. The feeling of bricks on an old flophouse; the sweat of the working man who built skyscrapers; the sound of soggy newspapers on the streets; the sound of clinking glasses in a smoky crowded room. There is something very different in the air. Perhaps it is that there is no electricity between each person— each passerby.
The specialty of the early aughts is a unique one. Hurried in between the death of tangibility and the dawn of virtuality. Partying like it’s 1999 before the Apocalypse of Passion. And no one even knew it or at least didn’t bother to hold on.
