2000 was a long time ago, and it feels like it. I was 15, couldn’t drive, no girlfriend, depressed out of my mind. Bill Clinton was president, which is bizarre to think about. And it’s been really difficult trying to remember everything I was listening to at the time. Medum-wise, it was pretty strictly CDs, I can say for sure. Yeah, I was well into the MP3 thing already by then — we’re talking the heyday of Napster, after all — but I just didn’t have the hard disk space to hold a full digital music library on the family computer, and the iPod age hadn’t started yet.
Was I still listening to the radio? I guess I must have been, but certainly not to the degree that I did in the ‘90s. The alternative rock era was pretty much over by 2000, and my once-beloved Radio 104 had devolved into a Creed-and-Staind-dominated bore. Napster really did come at the right time — all of a sudden, I had access to as much obscure indie fare as I could think to look for, things I’d never have heard on commercial radio in Hartford. All I had to do was wait half an hour or so for each song to download via dial-up, adding perhaps another hour or two spent ruining several CD-Rs in a sometimes futile attempt to burn my loot to disc… ah, joys my children will never know. I was definitely reading more than ever before about music, poring through books on indie rock history and keeping up with the daily Pitchfork reviews. Yeah, that’s right, I was reading Pitchfork before it was cool to hate it.
Is that the douchiest hipster sentence ever written? You’re welcome.
It’s fun to reminisce about, I guess because it really is a long time ago now and so much changed about music technology, distribution, and habits over the course of the decade. But it really wasn’t a fun year as I remember it personally, filtered through a Prozac haze and drenched in constant, intense feelings of self-hate and loneliness. By the end of 2000 though, I was through the ugliest phase of my adolescence and things got to be pretty great for a while. Except for, y’know, that whole George W. Bush thing. I’ll try not to dwell on that too much in these entries since the only notable music to come out of the Bush administration was “Let the Eagle Soar,” but it’s tough since Bush did otherwise own the entire fucking decade.
So, 2000. What to talk about? I guess I know where to start. (more…)