Mmmbop.
[Procrastinator's law: the frequency of posting is directly proportional to amount of study to be done before end of year exams]Here's a confession that I can only make on a post because I could never admit to such shame in real life. I owned a Hanson album when I was in yr 9 (okay stop throwing those rotten-tomatoes!). Confessions part II: I'm listening to it again now.
I found it right at the bottom of my CD stack. There's such a simple joy that comes now as I hear this album. Just this huge feeling of remembering what it was like to be 14 again. I can almost feel the rising heat just like when I first listened to the album. And no, it wasn't cos I had the hots for Taylor (or was it Isaac? =Þ) but because the only CD player we had back then was in the study room, which faces west and is perennially 10 degrees hotter than the rest of the house.
It's weird that I so fondly reminsce now. I hated being 14 when I was 14. I always wished to be 16, 18, 21; to go out to the city with my friends, to get a job so I'd have money to get my own CD player in my room, to drive, to go to uni and meet really cool people and hang out in coffee shops all day. Now I have all of the above, but life doesn't feel particularly cool or exciting.
The biggest reason why I look back at the 'Hanson era' with such fondness is because it reminds me of school. Dissing Hanson with my schoolfriends. Hanging out in Room 16 that we adopted. Getting squished trying to get on the school bus, with the bus driver threatening to drive away if we didn't stop. Overpowering wafts of some new Impulse scent. Scraping enough money to get hot chips at the train station. Getting really excited about going to the city to watch a movie and taking a sticker photo. Going to school camps, staying up late eating junk food and talking about who likes who.
I guess when I was 14 dreaming about being 21 I didn't think about what I'd no longer have. And as the album finishes playing, leaving a prominent silence in my room, it conveys a sad thought that these times are but a memory now.
I wonder what I'll be feeling when I re-listen to the Black Eyed Peas album that's currently on high rotation in my CD player in 5 years time. What blessings I have now that I will only be able to reminsce later on because they will no longer be there.
As Hanson says (who woulda thought their songs meant anything?): In a Mmmbop they're gone...
posted by me. @ 6:37 PM
2 Comments:
Oh... My... Gosh...
I have that Hanson album. And yes, for me it is the epitome of being a new teen...
I think I was 13 at the time. That CD marks the year I actually began thinking, documenting and reflecting on my experiences. It was when life truly started for me and everytime I hear that album it overwhelms me with nostalgia.
It was the first time I had 'captured' a memory in a song. Whenever I hear it I can almost smell the air of the winter I got it. I even remember the dew in my backyard early in the morning.
I haven't listened to it in a while. I suppose I like keeping it in my drawer because if I listen to it enough now, the memories will mix into my present.
But yeah. Wow. That is amazing.
mm-bop, doo-bop
ahh yes the good old days. it's been seven odd years since the hanson era, and reading your post has triggered a new wave of nostalgia - the good old high school days. i guess it took leaving high school, going to uni to truly realise how good those days were, hanging out, paying out - thinking about hanson (girl) and human nature is bringing a spastic grin to my face...
i guess it really reiterates how you don't know what you have til it's gone
*shaz
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