This is going to be a quick post, seeing as I am shooting out announcements to all my classes via Blackboard before slowly working my way to Logan and beyond, but I wanted to get something new up here after yesterday's class. I'd asked the class to talk a little about music they just hated, which makes me ponder just what I would identify here...
I'm thinking back to my dorm freshman year, and the "old guys at the end of the hall" (they were sophomores) who insisted on playing f**king Steve Miller Band every f**king weekend night as they doused themselves with Polo cologne and engaged in the Gustavus ritual of the "pre-party." I never really thought about Steve Miller much one way or another before that year--I guess there were songs on the classic rock radio station rotation, but it just washed over me--not anything I would ever seek out.
Well, it found me, I kid you not.
The funny thing is that, now with 20+ years of hindsight, I hear SMB, remember Co-Ed (the nickname of the dorm, the first on campus to house both boys and girls in the same building--hot stuff for us Lutherans), and actually feeling nostalgic about the whole thing.
If I step outside myself, it seems ridiculous. But subjectively, that experience was part of the whole college thing that year. Of course, this was the year I pissed off my roommate by putting up a questionable Bangles poster ("Girls can't rock!" he more questionably sputtered) and attending the previously lamented David Bowie "Never Let Me Down" concert.
Bad taste? There was probably plenty to go around.
