There are things that I find myself revisiting in my mind a lot. Not necessarily moments in time, but images that represent specific times. Whenever I make westside hand sign, which is usually when I get REALLY into dancing, I think of this video by Westside Connection:
Now that’s something classic.
So it’s not necessarily that video, it is where I was, the general atmosphere, when I first saw that video. It was the FEELING. That’s the f-ed thing about memory. It’s not about what happened, the facts, it’s about how it FELT. Sometimes, driving around L.A. in the late afternoon feels like this video, the 90’s, Top Gun, or Short Cuts:
Now that’s not to say I have visuals for everything, but more I wanted to show how absurd and mundane these memories can be. It’s like a weird phrase someone said some time. It’s not big memories. It’s not even things I am consciously thinking of most of the time. These memories are what I use to judge situations. And most of the time I don’t even realize that they are the criteria.
Some of them I’m not even sure if they are REAL memories. It seems like they have been altered over time through using them. I.E. Does anyone remember cheetah fader? I can’t find a link anywhere. I think that’s what it was called though. It made the text rainbowy when you were typing in aol. This is when we had dialup. 28K dialup. Anyhow, it’s stuff like that. Weird, pseudo memories about nonsense.