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When I was growing up I was heavily into rap music. I weren’t so much of a lyrical fan, I didn’t to the lyrics of my favourite records until ten years afterwards, but the beats were what I’d ride the bus to on the way to school. Pop music for me was nothing but blasphemy. It was uncool to admit openly that you were a fan of Haddaway’s What Is Love or Wigfield’s Saturday Night for others, but for me they were kinda cool as they had something in them that would catch my ear.
Fast forward to the present day and these tracks remind me of school disco’s and kid’s parties where you’d be obliged dress up in clothes you didn’t normally wear and play musical statues. There’s a particular nostalgia sentiment attached to them because i remember what it was like in the era that these songs were released, it was such a different time growing up; there was no internet, no iPad or mobile phone, just a games console playing the weird ditty sounding music that would go on to become the building blocks of my music creation DNA.
The Spice Girls were a different breed of pop music, they came in like a tsunami to wash away everything in their wake as they sailed through with not only catchy songs, which were slightly tongue in cheek but they came with charisma, a culture, and a message that resonated with everyone. Girls loved them, boys fancied them. I didn’t like them at first, musically that is but they weren’t bad to look at. I became accustomed to them as they were everywhere; magazines, postcards, tv, radio, they had the branding and endorsements on everything imaginable but then again ’96/’97 would probably be the last time that could happen before the internet ensured that no one brand could monopolise popular culture ever again. They have to be by far the most iconic and greatest testament of any popular culture case study, as they rose to become Godlike to girls, young women, and parents everywhere as all characters in the group represented a different type of girl in any group of friends group. it’s pretty much why Friends is such a successful show.
So why am I saying FML (Fuck My Life) at the prospect of Spice and Spiceworld going for $300 a pop? Well I tend to collect particular singles or albums on vinyl that have a great cultural significance from a personal observational standpoint. This has also presented an opportunity for me to go on a treasure hunt to acquire these albums, and I will not stop until I have them.
Originally published on Up in The Ear.
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