A good friend of mine told me once that nostalgia is nothing more than falling in love with old things you never really liked that much. It was a sham and should be avoided. It’s a great line, though rather pessimistic, but he was going through a divorce at the time.
I agree with the sentiment of the statement, and want to fully commit to its concept, but as I have crossed into the realm of where some of my past was twenty years ago, nostalgia has started to creep into my thoughts. I tried to deflect, that was merely a remembrance, which was influencing current creative decisions. Such as an inspiration for a collage of some sort.
I don’t want to be the person that starts thinking that the past was a better place, as I believe that is what leads to sedimentary thinking, and stifles growth. The past was the past, and it really wasn’t that great.
But…
It sure was a lot of fun listen to Oasis’ new album with all my friends spread – dabbled- around my living room. Each of us silently flipping through a magazine (EW or Maxim,) nodding in approval as each song ended.
That was a good time, and I do miss it.
But…
Nothing that I do will ever take me back to that time. It’s sadly and fondly in the past.
But, it is fun to listen to the Oasis catalogue on Spotify.
