Man, 1995 feels like just yesterday, right?
1995 has no business being 20 years ago.
— Elizabeth Picciuto (@epicciuto) September 27, 2015
Well, when I think about that sort of thing, I immediately try to orient myself by thinking about “okay, what are the major pop culture landmarks of this time?”
Because if you just say something like “well, that would have been Bill Clinton, and, um, I was still in college and, um…” it can take you forever to get to the proper moment in time. But when you say “Oh, that was the year Jagged Little Pill came out” you can remember that tape being in the deck when you were driving around San Francisco with that one redhead which can make you remember standing in her bathroom while listening to The Jim Carroll Band and you suddenly remember a whole bunch of other things that were going on at the same time.
I bought a t-shirt with a Rider-Waite Fool on the front during that trip. It shrunk in the wash. We finally threw it away last year when we culled the closet.
See? Stuff like that never comes up when you start with “Okay, 1995 would have meant… um…”
Anyway, the big three albums from 1995, for me, were the aforementioned Jagged Little Pill (has it held up? I’m afraid to listen to it), The Bends (still holds up, it’s in my cd case in the car now! YES I STILL LISTEN TO CDS IN THE CAR), and Mellon Collie & The Infinite Sadness (doesn’t hold up half as well as Siamese Dream but there are a handful of little gems on there).
Now, if you want to count Alien3 as Fincher’s “You have my curiosity” movie for me, Se7en was my “Now you have my attention”. I couldn’t believe the various tricks he was able to pull on me during that film (I mean above and beyond the tricks the script pulled on me). That one alone was enough to make me say “Okay, I’m going to see his next one.”
12 Monkeys was Terry Gilliam’s La Jetée (which I had not seen at the time but everyfreakinbody else in my circle had and all of my discussions about the movie afterwards focused on how awesome I thought it was and how derivative they thought it was). So most of my memories for that involve sitting in a Denny’s and smoking and arguing about the film. (This was back when you could smoke at Denny’s.)
Oh, and Babe. Babe is one of those movies that acts as a reminder to film critics that you just shouldn’t hand out 5 out of 5 star ratings unless you really, really mean it because a movie like Babe will show up and then you’ll remember that you gave 5 out of 5 to “Brothers McMullen” which, while it wasn’t bad, it certainly makes you think that you needed a different scale. Babe can be that once in a blue moon “6 out of 5 stars!” movie. Seriously, it was just that good.
And then when I talk about this sort of thing with my younger co-workers, they make jokes about “12 Monkeys? Wasn’t that one of those black and white movies?” and “Yeah, they play Alanis on the oldies station” and then they make me listen to Silento’s “Watch Me“.
Seriously. 1995 has no business being 20 years ago.
So… what are you reading and/or watching?