I just finished Chuck Klosterman’s The Nineties. A great read in very typical Klosterman fashion. And as a product of those Nineties he’s talking about, I enjoyed going back through them with over two decades of hindsight and firmly being able to put those years to rest. They’ve been over for awhile, but now they strangely feel finished.
One thing I do miss from the nineties was the frequency of everything. Movies, music, books, TV shows, and whatever else, there was just less of them. So you had to replay what you liked over and over again. You couldn’t just ping to something else that was newer because there was nothing else, even if your mission was to find and consume things very much out of the mainstream.
The frequency of the nineties increased your understanding. It made the music mean more, sound louder, and speak to deeper areas of your soul.
Frequency, in general, can offer a perspective only grasped through repetition and the passage of time. There are no cheat codes for watching Pulp Fiction 20+ times or listening to Nirvana’s Nevermind every single day for years and years.
