As the raging emo I can promise you I will always be, I have a massive, humongous spot in my heart for nostalgia. Weirdly enough, I'm not often one to cringe about my past, and if I do, it's usually over in a matter of minutes. I don't mind laughing at myself.
A usual pattern in my train of thought is to cringe, be embarrassed, and when the initial part is finished, then I can start laughing at my own shortcomings and obsessions, and in the laughter lies nostalgia. Don't ask me why. The brain is a funny place.
I found a playlist on my Spotify that is about six and a half hours of tunes I used to listen to during my indie phase (with the odd pop-punk song thrown in the middle, but I'm sure there was a context for that). I pressed play, just for the fun of it, maybe to remember if I still knew them off by heart the way I used to, or maybe to check if I now understood the lyrics better than when I was a seventeen-year-old girl with a completely different English accent.
- Remember how I mentioned that I used to be obsessed with football? In the summer of 2007, which is, arguably, the start of my indie phase, I made my first ever online friends, and, through talking on MSN and the comment sections of our old, defunct blogs, I discovered the existence of a song called Ya Nada Volvera A Ser Como Antes by a Spanish band, El Canto Del Loco. (An actual Spanish person told me once they weren't really a cool band, but I think I generally puzzled a lot of Spanish citizens in my life when telling them what artists I knew from their country) The music video featured football player (and, more importantly at the time, brand new Liverpool FC striker) Fernando Torres, and, by just checking it out, I started liking the song. All these years later, I still listen to it every once in a while, and I can almost understand the lyrics now- I speak enough Spanish for that.
- Another staple of the slightly sad, emo but doesn't want to label yourself that, indie kid of the mid-to-late noughties was Damien Rice. The only actual fact I know about him is that he did the Closer soundtrack, and I haven't even seen it. Just like all the sad indie girls of my time, I loved Damien Rice, and I had a top three favourite songs: Volcano, 9 Crimes, and The Blower's Daughter. I have no idea where I even found those songs, how I ended up there, but many, many a year later, they still tug at my heartstrings a little bit, even though there was no way seventeen-year-old me could ever relate to lines such as "What I really need is what makes me bleed." I can promise you I used this as my message thing on MSN. Why did I act like this man could see into my heart with that line? The closest thing I knew to heartbreak at the time was when the boys I had distant crushes on found themselves new hangout spots and I couldn't stare at them like an idiot while I was waiting for the cafeteria. I truly was just an emo in disguise.
- I used to listen to a lot more French music and a lot more music of varied genres. Not that I've completely become narrow-minded since I was 17, quite the contrary, actually, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I used to listen to basically anything. In 2007, a French band of the electronic music variety exploded onto the mainstream: Justice. And, just like everyone else in France at the time, I loved D.A.N.C.E (and, to this day, I still think it's one of the greatest songs created by a French person/group of people), and another less-known track on the record, DVNO. I have no idea where I even found it (my guess is MySpace), and I know I didn't listen to the whole of Justice's self-titled album. Just D.A.N.C.E and DVNO. And I have no explanation for it. Justice was electronic music for the cool Parisian kids, which was what every suburban kid of my time was aspiring to be. I didn't have the street cred, not in purple tights and Liverpool FC jerseys, but I had the soundtrack. Better than nothing, I guess.
- Remember the reality TV-based white boy of the month, extended to forever, Benjamin Siksou? Our boy wasn't only a singer, he was an actor, and he starred in one of France's attempts at romantic comedies for teenagers, 15 Ans et Demi, the story of a scientist who comes back to France to spend time with his daughter, Eglantine, and ends up taking a course to better understand teenagers. That all comes from Wikipedia, as I actually have never seen the film myself, not any further than the trailer and a further scene. The extra scene features a house party, with characters slow dancing to a song I thought was really lovely, and that's the story of how I became obsessed with Love For Granted by Phoenix. It still is one of my favourite songs on the planet to this day, and through these turns and roundabouts, I have discovered a band I truly like now. But seventeen-year-old me only cared about this song, and I have no doubt teenage me quietly dedicated the line "Oh, my love is easy, you are everything I need" to boys who didn't even know I existed.
(Also, upon researching 15 Ans et Demi, I (re?) discovered that the song DVNO by Justice was part of the soundtrack. The plot thickens. Also, it is a single with a music video, so I have no business calling it a "less-known track")
- I feel like the whole point of being a teenager was having songs, preferably on the slow and sad side of everything, that you would be listening to on a moving vehicle (for me, the bus), longingly looking out the window, and picturing yourself the heroine of a film. One of the best ones for this game was Someone New by Eskobar & Heather Nova, which remains one of my favourite songs in existence. I don't exactly know how I could have been a protagonist in that song, but I had a vivid imagination to make up for it. Believe me, when I was seventeen, no one was out there falling in love with me and being broken up about it ending, nor were they wishing I would find someone new because they adored me. Almost fourteen years down the line, I still can't help but feeling like that girl when I listen to this song, which is a regular addition to playlists, to this day. Just like many other songs of the time, I have no idea where I even discovered it. Was it ever popular? Did it get radio play? Was it on a football edit on YouTube? Did I find it on MySpace? Did a friend send it to me on MSN? Your guess is as good as mine.