For the most amazing Proustian rush of your life, here's what to do. Go to university in a chilly north British town from, say, 1978 to 1984. Listen to lots of indie music, read the NME, study English, Sociology, Psychology, hang out with art students, that sort of stuff. Then -- this is crucial -- don't go back. Not for at least thirty years.
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When you finally do revisit, make sure you choose a beautiful sunny day in summer. Walk around on your own, investigating the buried archeological layers of your own soul while replaying in your head the songs you associate with these granite buildings and grim 70s interiors. Revisit the sacred place where you lost your virginity, the place where you wrote the songs for your first album, the place where you told author Ali Smith about the big crush you had on her.
Take the 20 bus from Marishall College and the Student Union (both about to be turned into something else) to the ivy-clad gentility of King's College, where you attended lectures and read books of fashionable alienation late at night. Then continue to Hillhead Halls of Residence, where you lived for three years. Tell the porters you were a student here thirty years ago, and ask if you can stay overnight. They'll charge you £20 and give you the keys to a little cell with a desk, a lamp, a bed, a basin, a cupboard, a mirror. You'll wake up there and walk out into this amazing simulacrum of the scenery of your youth. It'll be the most incredible time machine you've ever assembled, the biggest expanse of adult life you've ever eliminated all at once, a succession of madeleines.
Bear in mind that this kind of thing won't happen twice. Next time you visit your old university it won't all be so powerfully evocative, so multiple. The seagulls will just be seagulls, not 1979 Simple Minds seagulls. And there's nowhere else you knew this well, and left deep-frozen in a time-sealed capsule for quite this long. The poetry won't ever be quite this poignant again, the personal archeology quite this deep.
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When you finally do revisit, make sure you choose a beautiful sunny day in summer. Walk around on your own, investigating the buried archeological layers of your own soul while replaying in your head the songs you associate with these granite buildings and grim 70s interiors. Revisit the sacred place where you lost your virginity, the place where you wrote the songs for your first album, the place where you told author Ali Smith about the big crush you had on her.
Take the 20 bus from Marishall College and the Student Union (both about to be turned into something else) to the ivy-clad gentility of King's College, where you attended lectures and read books of fashionable alienation late at night. Then continue to Hillhead Halls of Residence, where you lived for three years. Tell the porters you were a student here thirty years ago, and ask if you can stay overnight. They'll charge you £20 and give you the keys to a little cell with a desk, a lamp, a bed, a basin, a cupboard, a mirror. You'll wake up there and walk out into this amazing simulacrum of the scenery of your youth. It'll be the most incredible time machine you've ever assembled, the biggest expanse of adult life you've ever eliminated all at once, a succession of madeleines.
Bear in mind that this kind of thing won't happen twice. Next time you visit your old university it won't all be so powerfully evocative, so multiple. The seagulls will just be seagulls, not 1979 Simple Minds seagulls. And there's nowhere else you knew this well, and left deep-frozen in a time-sealed capsule for quite this long. The poetry won't ever be quite this poignant again, the personal archeology quite this deep.
*SNIFF*
Date: 2008-06-21 10:42 am (UTC)Mmm
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That's more efficient and more old-fashioned than the New Wave I link with Aberdeen. You know, that copy of The Wire I found in McHardy's newsagent -- where I used to buy the NME thirty years ago, and which is written by many of the same writers, and features Mark Stewart now whereas it featured The Pop Group then -- had a couple of very interesting little sentences in it, on the Film and DVD review page. Asides, really, but very telling ones.
Reviewing Chris Petit's film Radio On (which of course I saw when it first came out), reviewer Owen Hatherley says "1979 is a pivotal year for British music, the point where Joy Division, Cabaret Voltaire, PiL, The Slits and others were confidently creating a new, paranoid, fractured futurist music out of a post-industrial landscape... That [Radio On] has had so few successors is sad, if predictable. It proposes a turn to Europe, when... the future lay in seamless Americana and an infantilised retail culture."
Then Mark Fisher says of Grant Gee's new Joy Division documentary: "Joy Division, which begins with an epigraph from Marshall Berman's All That Is Solid Melts Into Air: The Experience of Modernity, is selfconsciously a study of a time and a place, both of which are now gone. (So, too, perhaps, is the experience of modernity itself, with Joy Division one of the last paragons of a paperback and pop mass marketed modernism, long since supplanted by a populist postmodernism.)"
That really rings true: we were definitely living in the very last part of Modernism, a mass-marketed outer ring of an elitist, idealistic art movement which still had "make it new" as its motto. And then Post-Modernism came along, and the whole idea of making it new went out the window.
I think Mojo and The Wire are both "magazines in mourning", because they both remember a time when pop music was trying to "make it new" rather than "make it classic". Mojo is the conservative face of that nostalgia for Modernism, The Wire the radical face. Two sides of the same Retro Necro coin, perhaps.
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Date: 2008-06-21 11:42 am (UTC)Then again, we couldn't eat a whole tube of wasabi (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTzpbST-0aQ) at one go then vomit it up in the toilet (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84YC9eH2C7Y&NR=1). We didn't even know what wasabi was back then.
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Date: 2008-06-21 12:07 pm (UTC)It is very strange to hear nostalgic ruminations contextualised with images that are, to me, very contemporary (especially since, I imagine, many of the changes are so recent). I took a walk around the campus only last week, and it's only a few weeks ago that I was sitting exams there. Marischal College is just around the corner from my flat. I wonder if my experiences and thoughts will be similar in 2040, or how they will differ.
I didn't lose my virginity at Hillhead, though. That was at Liverpool Uni's halls of residence instead. I never studied at Liverpool; my girlfriend at the time's mother worked for the accommodation service.
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Date: 2008-06-21 12:17 pm (UTC)I was too late to see Dunbar Hall before they razed it to the ground (leaving a very lovely meadow in its place), but apparently the new structure is going to be very similar, just with more surveillance cameras and fewer trees.
Seaton Park
Date: 2008-06-22 12:41 am (UTC)Re: Seaton Park
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Date: 2008-06-21 12:16 pm (UTC)I'd like to do something similar with a visit to University of Illinois. I was a student there about five years before yours at Aberdeen. U of I had that similar feel of architectural contrasts between classic halls of centuries past (really just one century past in the case of Illinois) and functional, yet ugly new ones from the 1960s and 70s. Terrible time for popular music in the US. I was one of the last graduating classes to use card catalogs that had real cards, instead of computers.
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Date: 2008-06-21 12:21 pm (UTC)I bet the University of Illinois wasn't founded in 1495! That would be some time travel -- get some of the class of 1499 and show them how the place has changed. They'd put a nice film together with some madrigals that would put my shouty New Wave to shame.
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Date: 2008-06-21 12:36 pm (UTC)U of I was one of many land grant universities (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Land-grant_university) built in the middle of farm country in the 1860s and 1870s, putting up dreamy, red-brick university halls on the prairie.
That Time
Date: 2008-06-21 03:49 pm (UTC)There is a particular poignancy in re-visiting the physical geography of memories, to indulge in that ineffable sadness at what is gone but also, very immediately, this desire to leave, to return to the life you now lead.
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Date: 2008-06-21 03:53 pm (UTC)Re: That Time
Date: 2008-06-22 12:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-21 03:53 pm (UTC)This line... is just too beautiful to bear. Uncanny. I've never been to Aberdeen. I've never lived close to the sea, nor experienced Jim Kerr in exactly the way that you describe. Yet, I suddenly want to hear that broad lifting synth coupled with his voice and to stare smilingly at a fizzy grey sea.
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Date: 2008-06-21 03:57 pm (UTC)Oh no, now I've ruined the beauty with a cheap joke!
But I do remember seeing Simple Minds in concert in a tiny room next to the Art Gallery, and there were literally 20 people there. Perhaps they're back down to those kinds of audiences again now, who knows? Perhaps they're playing free shows "for the birds".
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Date: 2008-06-21 06:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-21 04:05 pm (UTC)Of course now students have their Ariel Pinks and Blank Dogs, and they're better for it.
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Date: 2008-06-21 04:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-21 05:08 pm (UTC)Arcticplay and Cold Monkeys reactionism
Date: 2008-06-21 06:18 pm (UTC)http://imomus.livejournal.com/335452.html
The retro-necro phenomenon grows out of the thin soil of contemporary mainstream pop.
Pop has lost it's old tribalisms, it's personal-identity-badges, it's experimentalism.
Music criticism tells the public that everything is great and so to experience difference a generation of indie kids dust off Daddy's old 45s.
Re: Arcticplay and Cold Monkeys reactionism
Date: 2008-06-21 07:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-21 08:39 pm (UTC)dx
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Date: 2008-06-21 08:39 pm (UTC)This post also made me think of the Map of Swindon (http://chalkhills.org/cgi-bin/img?images/liner/Go2map.jpg) inside XTC's Go2 album.
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Date: 2008-06-21 11:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-25 10:44 am (UTC)The Lacan in French at Aberdeen library had never been borrowed, period. I guess Psychology undergrads don't speak French, and French undergrads don't read Psychology.
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Date: 2008-06-22 01:29 am (UTC)Thanks
Date: 2008-06-22 06:54 am (UTC)