I am not a morning person, but a real night owl. People who know me, will nod approvingly and those who follow me on social media have seen my midnight inspiration brainwaves. So the problem for a night person is not the fact that they meet their bed too late on a daily basis. No, in fact there is more than one problem: the morning starts too soon, there are too less hours in a day and inspiration waves always come between 11PM and 1AM. Night persons will totally understand these excuses strong and valid arguments.
In a nutshell: I am a firm believer of Vintageology. In my opinion, knowledge about life(style) of the bygone days really adds (more) value to my present life. Vintageology is good for your mental health, mind and your knowledge level rises and rises. I’ll explain it in a bit. Wait for it.
Remember the first single/album you bought years ago when you were 15? Or posters of the bands/artists who served as your wallpaper when you were a teenager? A few years later you grew up and you started listening fulltime to “quality” music. Still, every now and then you think back to the old days and the music you grew up with. A lot of those songs will still have a (secret) place in your nostalgic heart.
For some things one blogpost just isn’t enough. A while ago I explained to you where my vintage fascination came from. One fine day in my personal history (2 weeks ago), I was half-awake and scrolling through my facebook timeline with one eye open. (People who are smiling right now will understand). That morning, one picture about the 1950s gave me a wake-up call. The picture was taken from and old movie scene and had a caption like: “Why didn’t I grew up in the 1950s”. The discussion below the picture was actually quite interesting. Some people resented the statement and pointed out issues like racism, discrimination and the disadvantaged position of women. Although I obviously know how much these issues (unfortunately) were alive and kicking back in the day, I don’t agree with the comments. But…it got me thinking and led to this sequel of the origin of my vintage fascination v.s. the present.
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