Remember when MTV actually played music videos and radio stations provided the soundtrack to cleaning your house on Sunday mornings?
That was my life more than 20 years ago, a life punctuated by music in various forms. I listened to Hawaiian music at the beach, hip-hop while primping to go out, The Cure on rainy afternoons. Or I just left the radio on and left my life to the original “shuffle” mode.
I wrote about my love affair with music in an essay published in “We Go Jam: Celebrating Our Music, Our Soundscape, Our Hawaii,” by the Hawaii Council for the Humanities.
It was fun reliving my experience with music growing up on Oahu, from KCCN Birthday Bashes at the Waikiki Shell to concerts at Pink’s Garage. (I actually saw Kurt Cobain, frontman of Nirvana, play here back in 1992.)
A rare find: video from Nirvana’s concert at Pink’s Garage in 1992
There’s a part of me that misses those days. Wearing flannel and Vans and too much eyeliner, voting for my favorite songs at ballot boxes for Radio Free Hawaii, hanging out at Jelly’s on Piikoi. We felt like such rebels.
Now we’re working in corporate jobs, reading the Wall Street Journal, taking our kids to soccer games on Sunday, tweeting, blogging and buying $5 lattes at Starbucks. It’s interesting how that’s all changed.
So I’m interested: what’s your music memory growing up? What concerts do you remember? What did music mean to you? And what happened? When did we all grow up?