Links about the 1990s to Count Down to the Bon Jovi Concert in One Week

I don’t even remember when or where I heard about the concert. Months ago. It was meant to be; I had to go.

  • Wednesday, April 17
  • 7pm
  • Energy Solutions Arena
  • Salt Lake City, Utah

Some friends and I bought tickets, and all that’s left is for us to get mullets.

They probably think I’m not serious. I don’t understand how they could think that.

The ’90s meant junior high and high school. Starting college. Making friends faster than I normally did. Weird college experiences. Not the best fashion there ever was. I loved everything about that time. I remember hearing all about the Crying Game before Trig/Analyt in Ms. Marlette’s classroom. Because of that experience I have never felt the need to watch the movie.

It’s so great that I have maintained most of my ’90s friendships. Just last week at the grocery store I ran into a freshman floormate from BYU. I still keep up with friends from my hometown where I graduated from high school. Those folks are even more beautiful and passionate versions of themselves. The decade and our gang helped each other evolve. world now may be so very full of suck, but we’re still doing our best.

I mean, fine. We listened to artists like Counting Crows, Pearl Jam, Nirvana, The Offspring, Sting, Lisa Loeb and Nine Stories, Radiohead, and R.E.M., but hello? We also listened to Boyz 2 Men, Madonna, Ace of Base, Wilson Phillips, and Bon Jovi. Garth Brooks. Martina McBride. Fresh Prince. All the once embarrassing stuff that holds so much nostalgic value for me now. I listened to the soft rock my mom loved. I got into a lot of oldies developed an affinity for live jazz and classical. The group I grew up with soaked it all up.

To commemorate next week’s event, I’ve looked up a few links to get people reminiscing about the ’90s.

The Most Important TV Couples from the ’90s

What ’90s Kids Can Relate To

I Hate When Dawson Cries about First World Problems

On a More Serious Note. Thanks Again, Onion

So I can’t even begin to tell you how fun this concert will be. Sure, Bon Jovi has a new record and is on tour to promote it. But he definitely knows that everyone wants him to sing his old stuff.

I wonder if he misses it.

Ils ne sont pas de Séattle

We listened to this song today en classe, and the sound of it took me back to when most of you kids were just out of  elementary school. The mid-90s were a lot of fun. That decade was also really, really hard: I discovered a lot about myself, but I think that most of my generation needed to get the 80s out of our system somehow, and when the 90s showed up, we held fast and strong. Those were the days of Pearl Jam and Live and Nirvana; we had Bad Religion and R.E.M. and Ben Folds Five, Better than Ezra and who else? Isn’t this the phase – the secondary “tween” transition from adolescence to adulthood – where music really, really, really means something? Didn’t we want to break loose and dance, or mosh or brood? Weren’t we part of a group that makes “emo” look especially juvenile? My generation was misunderstood and untouchable, just like all those before it, and just like all those that would follow.

This song was part of an album released in 1996. As I stare at the beginning of this paragraph wondering if I should continue with thoughts of my life during that time, I get nervous, and I chicken out. Discretion wins today, as it does most days, and humanity actually benefits more just not knowing certain things.

This song isn’t one of them. This song you should enjoy. The video is a bit gropy, so close your eyes if you have to. Or study the lyrics.

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Indochine, “Satellite”

Passer son temps la tête en l’air
à contempler le ciel à l’envers
ailleurs
ailleurs
tourner tout autour de la terre
à rechercher dans quel univers
meilleur
meilleur

Là-haut sur la mer étoilée
sur mon bateau j’observerai
dans l’espace et les galaxies
où poser mon satellite
là-haut sur la mer étoilée
de mon vaisseau je regarderai
dans quel endroit insolite
où placer mon satellie

Quand je vous ai vue la première fois
une ingénue du haut de son toi
ailleurs
ailleurs
et vous m’avez montré du doigt
un peu perdue dans vos émois
en pleurs
en pleurs

là haut sur la mer étoilée
sur mon bateau je te protégerai
je deviendrai pour toi un mythe
je serai ton satellite
là-haut sur la mer étoilée
de mon vaisseau je te défendrai
et tu voudras que je t’invite
à l’intérieur de mon satellite

Là-haut sur la mer étoilée
sur mon bateau j’observerai
dans l’espace et les galaxies
où poser mon satellite
là-haut sur la mer étoilée
de mon vaisseau je regarderai
dans quel endroit insolite
où placer mon satellite.