Listening to Cesaria Evora today, I thought back to my mad punk years. It struck me how different my relationship to music was then. Nowadays, I enjoy music.
Back then, I needed it constantly. I listened with my whole body. In many ways, I defined myself by a subculture centered on a type of music which had virtually died by the time I was out of elementary school. It was nothing to listen to the same Dead Kennedy's song for half an hour.
Friends are much the same. I can remember the kamikaze zeal with which I threw myself into friendships. It was easy to be dazzled by some new, strong personality. My life centered on my tribe, and any time not spent working was devoted to them.
Now, it's nothing like that. I have a few permanent friends, but the rest of my relationships are episodic in nature, the cast changing whenever the setting does.
Is this just because I'm married and my focus is on my home, or is this a function of maturation? As we age, do we inevitably lose the ability to submerge ourselves in things?
Posted by Discoshaman at novembre 22, 2005 10:09 PM | TrackBack
I suspect this is part of "settling down," though I haven't yet tried the marriage part. Seems likely that moving around a lot probably has some input, too. . . .
Cheers!
PGE