Category: Nostalgia

  • We were the one thing in the galaxy God didn’t have his eyes on

    Have you ever felt nostalgic for a moment that didn’t happen? Or picture something in your head that you wished was a real memory, and not your imagination?

    I’m listening to “All Hail West Texas” today, by the Mountain Goats, and the song “Jenny” has me feeling nostalgic for a moment that I never experienced.

    I just have a vision of driving across the El Paso desert at sunrise on a motorcycle. One of those old school ones that have a side car.

    That’s the image in conjures, and the feeling of freedom, and the crushing vastness of the desert bathed in a warm orange glow.

  • Movies and Krishna and hardcore and Jesus and joy.

    The title of this post comes from a line by my favorite band The Hold Steady, in their song “Almost Everything.” It’s off of what most of their fans consider their worst album “Teeth Dreams,” yet the older I get, the more this album grows on me.

    The full line is: “Sat in the back of the theater just drinking and talking about movies and Krishna and hardcore and Jesus and joy.”

    This line has been rattling around in my head a lot lately. It brings up a lot of deep, middle-aged despair in my, fueled by nostalgia.

    It brings me back to a time in my life, between 16 and 22, where I spent a lot of nights sitting around with my friends, usually in the back of diners, or Denny’s, parking lots, and riding around in cars, where we just listened to music, and debated religion and politics, talked about our favorite albums and movies and books.

    Now every conversation I have is about money, or chores, or people’s kids. The religion conversations I have now are “you should join my church,” or “just trust Jesus.” These contrast steadily to conversations of old, where we debated the existence of God, talked about Christianity vs Krishna, where the councils of Nicaea held any merit. Political talk today feels the same. It’s “Democrats are bad,” or “Trump is a dictator,” or “ICE is the president’s private militia.” Any yes, I agree with some of these statements, yet they miss any nuance. I miss talking about what politics need to change, how to do it, why tax rates matter, where the money should go.

    I miss having these in depth conversations, where when voices got raised, it was with passion and reason and logic, and not some blind faith to the absurd with no reasoning other than “you’re wrong because you don’t believe me, and I won’t and can’t explain my position.”

  • You can’t leave, and I won’t go back.

    In December of 2016, I decided to pack up everything I owned, and moved from North Eastern Pennsylvania, to Kansas City. I was 26. I had never been to Kansas City before. I found everything through the internet, reserved my appointment, and received the keys in the mail.

    It remains one of my top 5 life long decisions.

    Having been here for almost a decade now, I’ve had the chance to meet so many awesome people, and try so many things I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to do in my hometown. There just weren’t that many options. I do hear from some friends that it’s changing for the better, and other friends still lament your options are alcohol or heroin for a past time.

    Most of my oldest, and closest friends still live back east. Some of them are content, and thriving, while others are just on a continuous downward spiral of doom and gloom. I tell the second group all the time to leave. Of course, I tell them how awesome KC is, but beyond that, I just tell them to pick a mid-size city off the map, not the Chicago/LA/NY/Dallas cities, but the lesser talked about ones, Cleveland, Milwaukee, Raleigh, etc.

    Much to my chagrin, they won’t leave. Can’t leave. On the other hand, I won’t go back. My home is in the Midwest now. I have a house with a yard. A garden. Community.

    I get the hesitation, the fear of the unknown, but I wish they’d do it. Get out and see something other than the same 50 square miles of drunken depression.

    Maybe someday they will. Maybe someday you will.