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DIGITALLY REVISITING OLD FRIENDS

Nostalgia can be painful, but boy does it bring back some awesome memories. Glad to see all my old pals are still killing it

@mirabe11a

Jul 2, 2024

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old friends

I remember all my best friends of my childhood, i just find it really nostalgic how we no longer talk, we used to do everything together, be in each other houses just playing and talking and watching movies, i understad that we are older and different in so many ways, but understanding it doesnt make it less nostalgic

@maribel-v

Feb 22, 2025

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revisiting childhood nostalgia

Some of us are getting old, and it’s time to revisit our past lives (our childhood/youth). I’ve had so much fun listening to old warped tour bands and seeing who held up and who didn’t (spoiler: underoath and Norma Jean still rock). Make your favorite childhood meal. Go watch your favorite childhood show on YouTube. remember your youth and enjoy how far you’ve come.

@doug

Jan 26, 2024

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(some) music that isn’t so sad

December 2023 edited in February 2024 This year I didn’t listen to much music: too many places to be, and I got there too quickly. I’ve been in Australia since December 12th, and have since been doing a lot of travelling. Plane, train, car, bus, boat. I have a lot of love for the in between time of sitting and waiting to get where you need to be. It’s an excellent purgatory: you don’t have to do anything because “travelling” is what you’re doing. Doing anything (reading, music, nothing) in that time feels substantial, holds some weight— makes you feel like you’re doing ‘something’ but without the pressure of obligation. The fact is, nobody expects you to be productive in a moving vehicle; sometimes I’d rather not get to my destination.  Context: This 3-week trip was my first solo trip ever, I was 18. I stayed with family so it’s kind of a cheat but I used to get debilitatingly nervous and stupid at airports, so really being alone there was the worst part. I did KL-Sydney-Morisset-Townsville-Brisbane-Sydney-KL. I was in a lot of airports. Anyway, here are some albums and songs I listened to on that trip. ALBUMS Blonde — Frank Ocean Norman Fucking Rockwell — Lana Del Rey I haven’t ever really listened to new albums when travelling, I prefer to revisit records that I know and love in new settings: Frank Ocean’s Blonde on a plane from Townsville to Brisbane in an electrical storm (which I later found out was classified as a hurricane. Haha shit.), Lana Del Rey’s Norman Fucking Rockwell by an Airbnb pool in sweltering summer heat while the kids are running around and the adults are eating Christmas barbeque leftovers and drinking beer. You get it. I feel like it carves a new facet in the spaces of my brain that these albums already occupy. It’s a new experience for it. A neat little cross-stitch: Love me here and now like you loved me then and there!! These artists both have a lot in common to me. I loved them both when I was quite young: thirteen, fourteen. Honestly almost definitely younger but it feels embarrassing to admit that I was a real person with access to the Internet, and thus, ‘alternative music’, by like. 11. Probably even younger. Eugh, we don’t need to talk about it. Let’s get back to it. Their lyrics both have that biting realism that can be a bit funny in their candidness at times (“Why wait for the best when I could have you?” and “Did you call me from a seance? / You were from my past life / Hope you’re doing well bruh” come to mind). The two can be equally as crushing in their candour at others (“Why wait for the best when I could have you?” and “Did you call me from a seance? / You were from my past life / Hope you’re doing well bruh” still come to mind…) These two albums are tried and true loves. It’s interesting to check in and see what resonates with me and which point in my life because I am the only manipulated variable in this exchange. I would tell you what resonates with me but I can only articulate that trite, vague sense of nostalgia they bring me and the weirdly refreshing feeling of relating to some lyrics that I did not have the experience to before.. Huh, I’ve gone through that now. My heart had never been broken last time I heard this, we were still friends, I was still in high school, whatever. Weird. That’s the thing about having music you’ve loved throughout the course of growing up, you’ll be standing on the other side of childhood at 18 and you’ll turn around to look back wistfully on the years behind you only to find yourself face to face with a brick wall. We’ll never be those kids again. These two albums are also glaringly mainstream but that doesn’t bother me much. I enjoy participating in pop culture! 😇 Ironically, it clearly bothers me enough to feel the need to mention it. Oh, well. Something To Give Each Other – Troye Sivan Speaking of Pop, I think Troye Sivan is the Prince of Pop. Honestly, I only started listening to the genre on my own time in the past year… I guess I didn’t realise you could just listen to music that isn’t depressing at home? You can just listen to upbeat music whenever! And not just on the radio? or while on AUX on the way to a party? What a concept!! ANYWAY! My life has been a lot better since I’ve just blasted some Pop™️ tunes in my room instead of earphones-in-to-appreciate-the-mixing-and-stuff music. Not that I’ve ever fully figured out what constitutes good mixing. Or that I have anything against it. Or pop doesn’t have good mixing or whatever. POINT IS: I love Pop. I think you should too. That’s all I’m trying to say. Talk to me about Pitbull. Back to the topic at hand, to quote Pitchfork, the Australian singer is a hedonistic pop hero on an album that pulls together club nights, tender moments, last-call horniness, and eclectic samples with remarkable finesse. It’s one of those albums that feels like it has perfectly captured a life— weirdly tender moments in the club, and all. This album homogenises so many intense emotions into a sound that is somehow completely cohesive and you just know it’s because it was born out of authentic experience. That lingering vulnerability with complicated people from the past, that rush of adrenaline + maybe something else on a night out, the ‘pains of being pure at heart’: Troye Sivan gets it! And it kind of hurts? Let’s dance?! Summer Death – Marietta  I was on the way to the train station at 2am in the morning, ahead of what was going to be a painful 16? hour journey back to Sydney from Brisbane and Marietta’s Summer Death was blaring in my ears in hopes of reaching my brain and blowing it to bits so I would just be done with this. I had just spent 4 days drying out in the Queensland sun over Christmas and was two weeks into my being in Australia. I have to admit, I was kinda over it. So this title was appropriate to say the least. It’s such a terrible thing to be in such a lovely place surrounded by so many lovely people and still missing home so much…  Suffice to say, when you reach the point of the trip where upbeat pop hits give way to midwest emo, you may be a little homesick. Lol. Sometimes you genuinely just need to listen to some whiny emo man screaming about his inconsequential problems so you can resist the urge to fling yourself out of a moving vehicle and go UGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Take Offs and Landings – Rilo Kiley One of those albums that makes you gnaw at your lip. I listened to this on the flight home to Malaysia and it made me ache even though the vocals sometimes grate against my ear in an irritating way. Picture of Success and Plane Crash in C were my favourites on this listen. It just felt like the right album to listen to on the plane ride home. No further comment. SONGS MGMT’s Time to Pretend This was THE SONG! of the trip. I had forgotten about this excellent song and then heard it again when I watched Saltburn in the cinema and something in my brain went [click]. I AM feeling rough and raw and in the prime of my life, MGMT! Thanks! I wouldn’t be surprised if this makes it high up on 2024’s Spotify Wrapped, it just feels like my life right now. Love love love it.  Sheila Majid’s Ikhlas Tapi Jauh Sitting alone on a train to my Auntie’s farm near Newcastle, this song started playing and I started quietly crying. This song (among others) is frequently played in the background of conversations with my sister, Mulaika, who I had made this same trip with earlier this year. I stared vacantly at the seat opposite me, I thought about the fact that she would be sitting there if she was here, and I felt so far away and filled with so much love that it was spilling over into my lap. Dah tentu ikhlas tapi masih jauh. :(. Neil Diamond’s Sweet Caroline (lol) When they said white people go crazy for this song, they were not kidding!!! I must admit.. not a lot beats being in a crowd and singing: sweeeeeet caroline BAP BAP BAAAAA!! Good times never did seem so good. Thanks, Neil. Terima kasih. Best, Zahara

@zahara

Feb 11, 2024

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