Showing posts with label playlist. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 3, 2013

my masochistic love affair with nostalgia


     The concept of nostalgia is something that has embellished and haunted my sense of remembrance for quite awhile. Dating back to 1668, it's been referred to as a mental disease, homesickness, and now simply as a sentimental longing for the past. I refer to it, however, as the unexpected contemplation of wonderful memories of my simple "childhood" which make me feel like shit about my current situation (I say this in the most dramatic way possible of course) as a maturing woman.
     It's really fucking weird, when some sort of sensory thing triggers an encounter with a vivid depiction of a time or a person or a place.. Rather abruptly you are taken back to this segment of your life which appears as a distorted blur of happiness. If only you could abandon the present and wallow in the past which, with the ticking of the clock, has transformed into a very abstract memory. This overwhelming feeling, "nostalgia", is what I am talking about and we all know it quite well.
     But lately as nostalgia appears as a close and comforting old friend, I am struck rather abruptly with the notion that I am yearning to be in this moment that I don't think I fully appreciated at the time.
    One way I look at it is that sometimes in life we spend a great deal of time "searching" for these ravishing moments where we are I guess, content, fulfilled, happy. We finally get a little dosage of this, but due to the distractions of bul shit which interrupt the peace of our bodies and our minds, we forget to fully appreciate them. They immediately vanish and are forgotten about. However, time passes and one day we are are greeted by a distinct smell, old photos lost on our computer, the vibrations of an old favorite song, or we spontaneously find ourselves back at a distant location, all little details that seem like portions of our past lives- but  suddenly we are forced down this path way of reminiscence, we start to miss it a little, get a little sappy, maybe a little upset, this is nostalgia.
     Whether you look at it as brief mental time travel or reminiscing on the days gone by, this "feeling"  forces us to see our past as seductive and intriguing, yet often times it leaves us with an eerie gleam casted over our lives which we cannot seem to stop dwelling on.
      Looking back on my past years of adolescence- the friends I had, the humble places where we killed time, the "things" we did that managed to bring us all together- I remember it as a blur of euphoria, it all appears rather picture perfect- and naturally I am filled with this "longing for the past,". But contrary to these romantic memories floating about in my mind, things really weren't so picture perfect. It is just nostalgia allowing me to remembering these fragments of the past with these glasses of optimism and idealism.
     But why is that? According to various research, your mental, emotional and neurophysiological states define specific moments in your life, but as you look back on it it's not even possible to put yourself back in the same mental state you were in before, SO as you change, so does the way you perceive this memory, altering it's emotional representation. Professor David H. Sanford (1979) described nostalgia as "positively toned evocation of the past, the nostalgic experience is infused with imputations of past beauty, pleasure, joy, satisfaction, goodness, happiness, love", and this is EXACTLY what makes remembering so god damn seductive, alluring, and romantic.
      In whatever way we are affected by the traces of time or however progressing neurophysical states alter our memories, nostalgia allows us to remember the past in the most picture-esque light, and whether it truly was that way at the time, doesn't really matter. All the time people recall portions of the past as "the good ol' days, the happiest days of their lives", but it couldn't possibly of been that simple. Perhaps we'll say the same when we look back on these times, with our distorted hazy blurry blissful optimistic glasses of nostalgia and remember everything beautifully.
And really, that is comforting enough.
                   

art by Lara Edwards


With that being said I really want to have a playlist centered around this because music has been the most nostalgia inducing thing for me, but that is very personal so I can't put up a FEEL NOSTALGIC PLAYLIST, because that is something you have to do on your own. however, I can make a playlist that tries to embody a nostalgic vibe which is basically that whole bitter sweet pensive thing/ or in other words what I'm trying to do which is, 
i'm stoked about being sad about stuff


photo by Cheli Veloz

   
art by Lara Edwards


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Sunday, May 19, 2013

sensations of reawakening

Spring: a peaceful transition from the melancholy & distant winter into the nauseating & intoxicating summer. Spring passes by quickly, often forgotten. It seems to only serve as a lighthouse of expectancy. The days grow longer and the comforting warmth of the sun presents itself as a sneak peak of summer, teasing every inch of our fatigued and overworked little bodies. But on a perfect spring day, inklings of 90 degree summer humidity are no where to be found, and the neglected segment of late march to late june can be fully appreciated. A rejuvenating breeze makes an emergence and sensations of reawakening levitate in the newly floral scented air. Fall through winter I have drowned in inordinate apprehension and disquietude; faced with the realities of chores, stress, and assignments which seemed unfeasible. With spring, even amongst the final bits and pieces of unwanted exertion, I have welcomed an old friend; sense of mental repose, content with solitude, bliss and tranquility. The sun greets me warmly, the breeze is gracious. I don't mind waiting for summer. 

In the midst of taking these photos, the film in the camera unhooked itself, was unable to rewind, and ultimately turned the majority of our photos to shit. This is the last picture we took before the incident and it just so happens to be my favorite. I love the way the obstinate film ceased the creation of the image two thirds of the way through. The disheveled character of the photo serves as a memoir to the pictures we lost, which would have been erased from our memory otherwise.  


And as a side note, Thee Oh Sees new album "Floating Coffin" is fucking incredible and you should listen to it. This is a video from a few days ago at L'Antipode Rennes in Rennes, France of "Minotaur"- the last song on the album and a great spring jam. 

they'll be playing at fyf, which i must add has a amazing crazy killer line up this year

artwork by Lillye Hope Dlugach, contact at lillyed@mac.com

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