People cut their hair off and dyed it rainbow to piss off their moms. Murals were being painted on street corners all throughout downtown. Interest shifted from big, sold-out stadiums with household, cookie-cutter artists pumped out of Hollywood to small, hole-in-the-wall local businesses hosting obscure bands no one ever heard of. Bands like Florence + The Machine, Arctic Monkeys, The Black Keys, New Politics, Twenty One Pilots, fun., Arcade Fire, MGMT, Tame Impala, and so many more were being played on alternative radio stations. Some of the most recognizable names in indie pop, indie rock and indie folk music arose in the early 2000s, but something special was happening from the 2010s on to about 2014 (there was another wave in 20 until about now, but that’s for a discussion for a different day). But then I sifted through good music from 2013-2014 and prior, and the memories finally started flooding in. I cried a little, laughed a little, cringed a lot. I sat down at my computer and looked through old photos and playlists. When you’re someone like me who was dealt a certain set of cards, you have to search a little longer for the light.Īnd of course in my typical fashion, nothing allows me to hold space easier than throwback music. It feels impossible not to reminisce without an existential crisis setting in, but this year I really wanted to make a conscious effort to draw out the recollections that make me smile. My 20s were strewn with stupid mistakes, heavy learning moments and adversity after adversity. I had a weird childhood, and as a result I had a hard time in what was supposed to be the “best” time of my life. Now that I’m approaching 30 years old, it’s difficult for me not to be jaded and get caught up in a victim mentality. We used to be dead set on making this a better place than how we found it, and back then we actually believed we could. My generation was hungry to learn, to grow and to change the world. My circle hadn’t fallen apart yet, so everything was rose-colored. I took fantastic care of my health, and went to the gym every weekday early in the morning before school. I landed my first job and was getting ready to move out of my parents’ house. While things were turbulent at home, I was just starting to get a taste of independence. I had no idea where my career was going to take me, but I walked to my classes every day excited and grateful for every moment I stepped onto campus, especially in the fall when I would spend my lunch breaks at the quad, writing poetry.Ģ013 to 2014 were some of my happiest years. The opinions of our families didn’t feel as heavy and the future was hopeful. We used to go on late night drives, frequent our local coffee shops, went to house parties, got inspired by B movies and made art in our parents’ garages. I had short hair and was rocking thrifted, ambiguous and androgynous clothes. Ten years ago, I was a bushy-tailed, bright-eyed sophomore in college.
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