{"id":1771,"date":"2010-07-01T00:03:28","date_gmt":"2010-07-01T07:03:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stormtiger.com\/collie\/bestiary\/?p=1771"},"modified":"2010-07-20T08:17:44","modified_gmt":"2010-07-20T15:17:44","slug":"these-are-the-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.stormtiger.com\/collie\/bestiary\/2010\/07\/these-are-the-days\/","title":{"rendered":"<i>These<\/i> are the days! (1 of 2)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This morning the radio alarm woke me to the bouncy, upbeat-sounding strains of Bruce Springsteen&#8217;s &#8220;Glory Days.&#8221; I like the music, although I confess to some dislike\/confusion with the lyrics. Are these people actually believing the best days of their lives were in high school, and everything is downhill from there? What a truly tragic view of life, if so!<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><i><br \/>\nNow I think I&#8217;m going down to the well tonight<br \/>\nGonna drink till I get my fill;<br \/>\nAnd I hope when I get old I don&#8217;t sit around thinking &#8217;bout it-<br \/>\nbut I probably will.<br \/>\nYeah, just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of-<br \/>\nWell, time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but<br \/>\nboring stories of&#8230;<br \/>\nGlory days!<br \/>\n<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>There&#8217;s a similar attitude displayed in the far more melancholy sounding &#8220;Those Were the Days.&#8221; Sung by Mary Hopkins, in a high and weakly quavery voice, it tells of youth spent in a tavern (of all places), where everything was wonderful and friendships were forever. Interestingly, from the mention of a &#8220;tavern&#8221; in the lyrics, rather than the more modern term &#8220;bar,&#8221; I get the feeling &#8220;Those Were the Days&#8221; is a much older song than &#8220;Glory Days.&#8221; Of course, by the end of the song (just as in the far more wryly amused &#8220;Glory Days&#8221;) the singer is lamenting how everything is no longer wonderful:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><i><br \/>\nThose were the days, my friend,<br \/>\nWe thought they&#8217;d never end,<br \/>\nWe&#8217;d sing and dance forever and a day,<br \/>\nWe&#8217;d live the life we choose,<br \/>\nWe&#8217;d fight and never lose,<br \/>\nFor we were young and sure to have our way.<br \/>\n<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>What makes this weirdly interesting to me is the obsessive nostalgia on one&#8217;s youth &#8212; in specific, high school. The only thing I can figure is that these people in the songs were all the jocks and popular girls, who actually thought real life was going to be like high school. I wish I could find one, so I could ask them if they really thought that, and if the songs speak to them at all.<\/p>\n<p>Personally I find the songs&#8217; focus rather odd, especially since the high school years were some of the most unpleasant of my life. I was female in Texas: unwittingly too smart to fit in, convinced of her supposed ugliness, and too under-socialized to understand what was wrong. I remember being utterly determined to take my excellent test scores and my adequate grades, and go to a college out of state, so I could leave it all behind. I did so quite effectively &#8212; I now live in California, which is a <i>huge<\/i> ideological leap from the average viewpoint on Texas. I&#8217;d have to say, were I asked, that the last few years of my life have been the best ones, and I&#8217;m looking forward with pleasure to the next decade or so as well.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This morning the radio alarm woke me to the bouncy, upbeat-sounding strains of Bruce Springsteen&#8217;s &#8220;Glory Days.&#8221; I like the music, although I confess to&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1771","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-anthropology","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stormtiger.com\/collie\/bestiary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1771","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stormtiger.com\/collie\/bestiary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stormtiger.com\/collie\/bestiary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stormtiger.com\/collie\/bestiary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/12"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stormtiger.com\/collie\/bestiary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1771"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/www.stormtiger.com\/collie\/bestiary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1771\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1818,"href":"https:\/\/www.stormtiger.com\/collie\/bestiary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1771\/revisions\/1818"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stormtiger.com\/collie\/bestiary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1771"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stormtiger.com\/collie\/bestiary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1771"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stormtiger.com\/collie\/bestiary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1771"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}