"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

17 January 2026

Nostalgia.


Before MTV, imaginative music listeners often composed their own mental movies inspired by a track. The lyrics, melody, and deeply personal associations evoked vivid visuals for each person. Then came moonwalking and animated heartbreak, imagery that, like a musical earwig, locked in, seemingly for an eternity. For many, it replaced their own imagination. The director's vision became the "correct" one, and replaying the song often meant a review of the video running through the mind, as well.  Narrative videos imposed upon rather than expanding the imagination ("Sledgehammer"), reductive and literal-minded -- a great argument supporting live performance videos.

I was never a fan of the tyranny imposed by what I considered the standardized, highly-rotated visual narratives' intrusion on my deeply personal emotions and memories. I preferred instead the joyful musical nostalgia of rebellious runs through the night with a paper bag of shucked corn, car rides to concerts and skating rinks, and reminiscing about a girlfriend's perfume.

It's best that MTV be left in its proper place -- the dustbin of history.

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