12/5/21 It Was(nt) A Phase

We were all were MySpace kids. Wasting away countless hours on our parents computers, eating up the dial up. We spend lost time on AIM talking totally useless conversation. From the distance we sit now, about twenty years have come and gone. Twenty. Fucking. Years. 

Journals have since collected dust, and photo albums have either been shoved in closets or thrown away. Things have changed in so many ways, it is indescribable. I mean shit, some of us even have kids that are close to the age we were when we got in to music. 

As I sit and think about the meme “Emo Night Is Just Ladies 80s Nights For Millennials,” that is a total lie. The music were drastically different, and life styles were as well. You think, that era of music was driven by masculinity, sex, and drugs. This era of music was driven by being vulnerable, and in touch with one’s “emotions.” 

It’s funny. 

The generation of “emo kids” weathered some absolute train wrecks. Some of our first memories were seeing brothers or sisters going to war after 9/11 and NOT coming home. Witnessing parents lose their livelihood, and homes with the recession. All before we hit 25. That’s just the tip of the iceberg. 

So to say we’re emotion, it’s totally okay. The divide of generations of “you don’t understand” is still there. As these bands come into nostalgia, the music holds better than what those “80s” bands did. The song meanings aren’t too cringe, yes, even Hawthorne Heights “Ohio,” they hold some kind of powerful unifying meaning. 

It’s great. So as we sit as ghosts of what we once were,  no more crazy make up, eccentric hairstyles. We still are unified in one thing. It wasn’t a phase, it never was.