Subject: RE: those blue remembered hills
From: Sean Draine (seandr@microsoft.com)
Date: Fri Aug 25 2000 - 14:19:53 GMT
Hollywood seems to have adopted the Blues as a standard cue for the audience
to get wet-eyed and lump-throated, at least if you consider Louis Armstrong
Blues.
Ultimately, though, I think musical triggers of nostalgia are personal. I
recently spent a painfully nostalgic evening 'Napsterizing' the Pixies and
Nirvana, two significant contributors to the soundtrack of my
college-postcollege years. There I sat with sad recollections of
girlfriends, hairstyles, road trips, and apartments. All gone for good. The
Blues just couldn't do that for me, and I'm sure the only inspiration you'd
get from the Pixies and Nirvana would to be turn the stereo off.
This 'pseudo-nostalgia' for times you never actually experienced is quite
interesting. I feel it for the 1940's (as I suspect many Salinger fans do).
The great thing about it is that I can indulge it without feeling old.
-Sean
-----Original Message-----
From: Scottie Bowman [mailto:rbowman@indigo.ie]
Sent: Friday, August 25, 2000 9:47 AM
To: bananafish@roughdraft.org
Subject: those blue remembered hills
Bearing in mind Mattis's commendation of Donna Reed
& Stott Pere's affection for Andy Griffith, I recall what
seems reliably reported about our own avatar.
That behind the tank traps & machine gun nests of Cornish
he sits eating organically grown peas & watching endless reruns
of The Little House on the Prairie.
(Only remotely related.) Isn't there an element of nostalgia
in that very complicated mixture of poignant feelings
we experience listening to the Blues?
'... I hate to see, That evening sun ... Go ... Down ... '
No?
Scottie B.
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