So I was sitting here listening to itunes and all of a sudden I noticed I was sad. The music made me sad. Video Killed the Radio Star (the good one, by the Buggles) was playing. I felt a sort of sadness that I've never felt before-like I was feeling something someone else had felt when they heard the song. Maybe the song prompts a bad memory for someone else and I for some reason felt it. The song has always made me happy in the past, but for some reason it's making me ponder life right now. I can't help but think, "Video DID kill the radio star." I heard this was the first video to be played on MTV. That was when MTV thought all it would ever do is play music videos. It premiered when I was but a wee child, but I remember it so well. I was only about five or six, and I watched it all the time at my neighbor's house. Allison Fricke, her sisters, and I would all dance to the music-we loved Boy George, Duran Duran, and Michael Jackson. Now, MTV SUCKS with a capital S, followed by capitals u, c, k, and s. I am most sure that most in my generation would agree. Now the internet has killed the video, in a way. itunes killed the music industry in a way, too. I don't know-something killed good music. But then I think about how generations before tv became so popular remember radio, and maybe with fondness. Most people I know think back fondly on their childhoods. I know I do. Maybe the sadness was my child self grieving for my adult self, and that's why it felt so distant. I can hardly remember a lot of things from my childhood. I was just thinking that today. It's sad, really. Something killed my childhood. Growing up and out and away from all that kept me feeling happy and secure-that's what happens when a child turns into an adult. It's funny how kids and teenagers want to do things adults do, but adults never tell them just how horrible it is to actually be an adult. I guess it doesn't have to be so bad. When I think of how magical and mysterious life used to be, I do sigh a little for the loss of my innocence and youth. It was a fun time. It was a special time, and a time I will never get back. Yes, indeed, Video killed the radio star. Just as the star of my youth flickered out and died, too.
