i’ve to admit there was a period in the musical side of my life when i didn’t practically keep up with the latest in the musical landscape. before i can sit back and relax in looking at it, i used to find it horrible: it’s like a big, deep hole left behind by a crashing meteor, which has been hard for me to cover years after i began rediscovering my affection for music.
that particular period went all the way through mid-1980s until late 1990s.
it wasn’t that i didn’t listen to any music at all, or watching video clips either from vhs tapes or television shows (mtv mostly); i still did listen to radio, and i also watched video clips, though not with the slightest intention of tasting the waters before deciding to buy interesting stuff. what i really mean is that i didn’t regularly buy albums (yes, cassettes) released at the time.
the fact that i still listened to radio and watched television were –if i may say –indications that i hadn’t lost my love to music. the only reason i had for my abstinence was i lost my appetite thanks to the rise of new wave style of music in the late 1970s and early 1980s. it was the time when even heavyweight progressive rock bands such as genesis and yes jumped into the wave buy cutting their versions of “new waved”-progressive rock records. (well, yes, they scored big; meaning that they were survived by paying their bills with the money they reaped from their… selling out.)
in 1980s i was lucky i had another interests so that i didn’t worry too much. it was my years in the university. and, though i didn’t find the classes interesting, it was great years in my life. books, discussions, and writing were among those which were taking most of my time. i felt that i had to feed enough myself with things i considered fundamental to live a life as a student. i bought many books, using the biggest part of my allowance. there were new thoughts and ideas worth for the money, and also my time. and indeed books were, as mark twain put it, big help: “they quickly absorb me and banish the clouds from my mind.”
and at the brighter side: books were to me like guitars were to every self-taught guitarist. with ideas i learned from books i taught myself writing. it was fun. it did give me a skill i could add to my future life.
in retrospect, even if it appeared that i lost track of many records that were put out during that time, it was clearly i was moving to a very fruitful episode in my “formative years”, in return. when i realized this, i feel no regrets at all. it was the time when i began to be able to make peace with the big, deep hole in my musical side of my life.