{"id":86007,"date":"2023-10-02T06:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-10-02T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=86007"},"modified":"2023-09-18T08:16:04","modified_gmt":"2023-09-18T13:16:04","slug":"soundtrack-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=86007","title":{"rendered":"Soundtrack"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Growing up working in radio, I learned an interesting bit of applied psychology from my various program directors:  people tend to become emotionally attached to music they hear from puberty until their brain stops growing, around age 25.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It&#8217;s not so much that music attaches itself to important events in your life, as the music and the events happen at a time when your brain is filling in a lot of important space with events that matter to you &#8211; and, given its evocative intensity, the music that&#8217;s going on at the time.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>If I ever got to be a phenomenally wealthy mad scientist, ,one of my experiments would be to pay a family to raise their children around nothing but some absurd, archaic genre of music &#8211; say, John Philip Sousa marches &#8211; through their twenties, and measure to see how many events, first dances and first crushes and first kisses, they associated with marching music. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Anyway, about this time in 1985, my brain was getting stuffed with the consequences of my following up on <a href=\"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=39924\">my drunken promise to move to the Twin Cities<\/a> that I&#8217;d made about a week earlier at a college homecoming dance.  And for the next two weeks as I tried to fill in the many blanks of my half-baked &#8220;plan&#8221;, my still-growing brain drank in the music that was going on around me, on the radio, on my boom box, and (when I got to the Cities) on MTV, which I finally got to watch.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And to this day, I hear one of those songs, it brings it all back.  I hear one of the songs burned into my cortext from that era on an overhead or the radio or at a bar, and I still smell the must of autumn building, of the harvest coming in as I <a href=\"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=39941\">worked my roofing and siding job<\/a>, the feel of the wind <a href=\"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=48461\">as I drove my barely-roadworthy car to MInneapolis<\/a>, the &#8220;exhilaration&#8221; of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=48463\">my first rush hour<\/a> on my way to an interview.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The smell of fear, the feel of the tingle of hope, and the shiver of taking a huge leap.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;ve had a theory that the period from 1977 to about 1986 was one of the best periods of all time for popular music.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It might be because it was a fact.  Or it might be because it&#8217;s associated with that most searingly immediate period in life, adolescence through leaping out into the world.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Why choose?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At the risk of indulging in nostalgia, I&#8217;m going to indulge in some of the rewards of nostalgia.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Growing up working in radio, I learned an interesting bit of applied psychology from my various program directors: people tend to become emotionally attached to music they hear from puberty until their brain stops growing, around age 25. It&#8217;s not so much that music attaches itself to important events in your life, as the music [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,14,1],"tags":[455],"class_list":["post-86007","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mitch","category-music","category-uncategorized","tag-soundtrack"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86007","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=86007"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86007\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":86008,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86007\/revisions\/86008"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=86007"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=86007"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=86007"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}