How The Smiths Made Me Realize I Wasn’t Alone
Lots of stories come out year after year about different generations. What are the cut-off years? What is the new name? How will they turn out? I won’t go into all of that here, although I can – I’ve studied it a great deal over the years and even taught classes on it. If you want possibly the best take on how they all work, you can look up Neil Howe and Bill Strauss and their Generational Theory. But it is safe to say that indeed, “History Does Repeat Itself” and it even moves in waves and cycles. I was born smack dab in the middle of Generation X (or 13th Gen as they named it). This generation, based on the archetype is a Nomad, or Reactive, archetype. We can mostly be compared to the Lost Generation (such as F. Scott Fitzgerald, one of my literary heroes). We were considered disoriented, directionless, and aimless. But we weren’t – we were mainly just underestimated, and we really didn’t mind it much. For my time growing up, the Boomer Yuppies had just decided that the world was their oyster, and they didn’t really care to leave anything for us. So we bided our time for the most part. Since many of us were the “latch-key kids” and no one expected much from us, we worked from behind the scenes. We never really cared to be out front and claiming glory – we just wanted to be heard, recognized, and believed. So, we all did what we needed to do to survive, Eventually, even though many odds were against us, some of us even started to thrive. For me, that is where music led me to know that I was not alone. That there were so many others out there feeling like they were passed over; shouting but no one could hear us. But many of the bands I grew up listening to taught me not to give up and that someday, my voice may be important.