Maura Johnston asks "Why Can't We Leave the '90s"? (at Seattle Weekly)
"Last month Microsoft, in the hope of burnishing the reputation of Internet Explorer,
launched an ad that essentially asked, "Remember the '90s?" Called
"Child of the '90s," the ad opened with a decade-appropriate bit of
self-deprecation ("You might not remember us . . . ") before launching
into a listicle of artifacts that existed between 1990 and 1999... They're hardly alone. ABC Family is readying the third season of Melissa & Joey, a sitcom based more on the premise of having Melissa Joan Hart (Clarissa Explains It All; Sabrina, the Teenage Witch) and Joey Lawrence (Blossom) share a small screen than on anything resembling a plot. The Twitter
account @SeinfeldToday fast-forwarded that NBC sitcom's '90s-rooted
characters and racked up 410,000 followers and a couple of parody
accounts. And this year's Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival, set
for two April weekends in the California desert, will feature three
headliners—the Red Hot Chili Peppers, the Stone Roses, and Blur—better associated with the (touring) Lollapalooza era than the music-blog age."
Strangely
in the whole quite long piece, Maura doesn't mention the My Bloody Valentine
record and the huge nostalgia-driven swell of attention, discussion, etc
about what is effectively a time capsule from the mid-Nineties.
(My
initial reaction to the news of the album was to feel vaguely
inconvenienced, as if by the sudden arrival on your doorstep, without
any advance warning, of an old dear friend you haven't seen in 20 years -- you know you should be overjoyed, but life's moved on a lot, your head is in a completely different place, the timing feels off)
(My
initial reaction to hearing the record, having finally succumbed to
curiosity and proddings from the wife, was "Can I have my 42 dollars
back please?". Hopefully that'll fade on repeat plays. Hopefully the
vinyl, whenever the fuck it turns up, will be glorious sounding. But in
MP3 form, even when burned to CD-R and played on a good stereo, m b v
mostly sounds dead to me, in an eerie but not particularly pleasing or
compelling way. There's something rhythmically suppressed, aurally
suffocated about the bulk of it - like my slight misgivings about Loveless were premonitions. If only the last track were the first track and it took off from there).
Back to Maura...
"But the relentless march back to the '90s—whether through reunion tours by the likes of the Afghan Whigs
and Pulp or 95-page photo galleries of the decade's toy crazes—seems to
be more intense than the nostalgia of previous generations. (Yes, even
more the Boomers', whose self-glorification sure seemed oppressive.)
Reunion tours; full-album concerts; galleries of fashion from the
decade; listicles that stroke readers' lizard brains until they're
endlessly looping the question "Remember when?": These all reflect a
culture that seems much more interested in looking back instead of
moving forward."
Another recent piece on the 90s revival -- Smells Like 90s spirit - and I make a brief appearance in that one
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