Nostalgia is
quite the interesting phenomenon. It can strike at the most random of
times - such as for me a few days ago when, for no apparent reason, I
started reminiscing about a specific CD I used to own. You randomly
remember something, you start digging deeper into it, and finally,
you’re left wondering why you didn’t do so sooner. Or you
shrug it off without digging deeper.
Either way, a similar scenario has been going on with me over the past half of a week. I happened to recall owning and listening to a Gorillaz record at some point in my life - probably just over a decade ago. Naturally, that led to me starting to dig deeper and listen to Gorillaz tunes for the better part of an hour. A day or two later, I stopped by our local record store and purchased a Gorillaz album. But it wasn’t the same one I used to have, unfortunately enough. In fact, I could only find one Gorillaz record in the entire store.
And that entire chain of events was caused by a random memory that decided to pop up by complete chance. Three or four days later, I’m freshly addicted to Gorillaz.
I should mention that I don’t mean it lightly when I say something is interesting. Not in this case either. How something as inconsequential as a memory can trigger chains of events such as that is truly intriguing. And equally shocking, if I were to be entirely honest.
I must say, though - I’ve enjoyed being addicted to Gorillaz. Not only is the music diverse and enjoyable, but the elaborate backstory crafted for the fictional group of musically gifted oddballs is also interesting to dig into. And the way the music videos work as a visual representation of it - as if they were chapters of a pseudo-documentary film - only adds to the magic.
If only I hadn’t taken this long to dig deep into Gorillaz...