misplaced nostalgia

my generation (myself included) is likely to complain about the present when comparing it to the ‘glorious’ past of our parents, without ever having experienced it. we imagine a time of liberation, hope and musical greatness. but nostalgia is treacherous. especially the kind of nostalgia which is completely isolated from reality, a stylised past defined by our obsession for ‘retro’ lifestyles and recreated by Urban Outfitters or shows like Mad Men and White Heat. these vintage orgies reveling in home equipment, french pop, grainy black and white footage and a sense of complete communal belonging is rather a reflection of general postmodern uncertainty and a capitalist materialist fixation than anything else. it’s always easier to define past experience, but the past we’re glorifying is kitsch. it never even happened.

and don’t get me wrong, I know nothing about the contemporary music scene except for watching friends play in Camden, joining an army of girlfriends at the front line of the crowd. but perhaps we could try addressing existing issues rather than moan about how great the 60s were when we have absolutely no idea whatsoever.