Monthly Archives: January, 2012

Jimmy Eat World: Nostalgia Factory

One my friends that I most admire seems to think that there is an age requirement for nostalgia, and I just wanted to tell him he’s wrong.

Mitch Hedberg once said:

          “One time, this guy handed me a picture of him, he said,”Here’s a picture of me when I was younger.” Every picture is of you when you were younger. “Here’s a picture of me when I’m older.” “You son-of-a-bitch! How’d you pull that off? Lemme see that camera.”

Nostalgia is no different, and there is no time requirement for you to reminice fondly about something in the past. He always says, “I’m too young to be nostalgic.”

We played in a band together and when we meet now, the ‘old days’ always come up, as if it were a thousand year ago.

But what seems like a long time is getting shorter and shorter when we have the ability to re-live it instantly through photos and video on the internet. What I ran into tonight was some old school nostalgia in a new school way.

The movie I threw on a flash drive didn’t work,  but there was a Jimmy Eat World burn playlist saved to it. Upon listening, the oldest ones and the newest ones hit me differently, but there is no doubt that Jimmy Eat World was The Who/Rush/The Cure/Nirvana, (n0t a complete list) for people that were young when I was young.

A Re-greeting to my Non-readers

Obama killed it tonight.

Its been too long since I threw some neo-prose at the world, far too long.

While this blog has no listed subscriber base, I still believe it has the best cool title/subscriber ratio: AKA 1/1, I proofread.

A lot has changed since I last spoke to this empty room, so to revise my story, I’m much more successful now.

And that’s as  boring as the Victorian novel you were prescribed in middle school.

The important thing is that Noel Gallagher has come out with a solo album and it’s amazing. I’ll be seeing him in late March, after I see the Arctic Monkeys open for The Black Keys.

If you haven’t canvased ticketmaster.com yet; that means I’m finally living in Columbus. This place could put a second wind into Shivo; I say that in the most respectable way possible.

By living here, I am inspired to write this document to no-one yet again….aren’t you lucky?