Time, the Great Deceiver
I was just reading this page wherein bits of The Beatles are picked apart (to good effect)... The line that got me reads, "A decade before Dee Dee Ramone canonized it, I Saw Her Standing There left Paul's "One, two three, FAAH!" in, just blowing up little transistor radio speakers everywhere."
Only ten years between The Beatles and The Ramones? I never really thought about it that way.
What stopped me here was the fact that, in my mind, the space between 1963 and 1973—or, as it would apply to me, maybe 1968 to 1978—seems like light years as compared to the time between 1970 and 1980. Or to really drive the point home, 1990 and 2000. Know whut I mean?
Does time seemed sped up to me because of the cultural changes and awakenings that occured during the 60s and 70s, or is it because I'm just getting old? Is it because of media and technology advances that time seems shorter, or that I'm just far more aware and serious than in my youth? Why do those years seem to have taken so much longer to live that the past decade? The first twenty years of my life seemed to drag on forever, but it seems that between the ages of, say, twenty-five and my presently perched forty-one have flown by. People I haven't seen for fifteen years? Seems like I talked to them yesterday. My five-year-old friend Maurice, the first black kid who I saw bleed blood as red as my own after a playground accident, immediately making me question my parents' teaching that blacks are black and we are white? It's like he never existed but in a foggy dream in the bowels of my mind. Time's some crazy shit.
Okay, I'm gonna go eat some oatmeal and drink more coffee.
Only ten years between The Beatles and The Ramones? I never really thought about it that way.
What stopped me here was the fact that, in my mind, the space between 1963 and 1973—or, as it would apply to me, maybe 1968 to 1978—seems like light years as compared to the time between 1970 and 1980. Or to really drive the point home, 1990 and 2000. Know whut I mean?
Does time seemed sped up to me because of the cultural changes and awakenings that occured during the 60s and 70s, or is it because I'm just getting old? Is it because of media and technology advances that time seems shorter, or that I'm just far more aware and serious than in my youth? Why do those years seem to have taken so much longer to live that the past decade? The first twenty years of my life seemed to drag on forever, but it seems that between the ages of, say, twenty-five and my presently perched forty-one have flown by. People I haven't seen for fifteen years? Seems like I talked to them yesterday. My five-year-old friend Maurice, the first black kid who I saw bleed blood as red as my own after a playground accident, immediately making me question my parents' teaching that blacks are black and we are white? It's like he never existed but in a foggy dream in the bowels of my mind. Time's some crazy shit.
Okay, I'm gonna go eat some oatmeal and drink more coffee.
posted by Sluggo at 9:15 AM
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