Opinion: The Good Old Days

Walking down University Place in Manhattan’s Greenwich Village, you barely even have to glance up from your Blackberry/ iPhone/iPod to spot an NYU student wearing a Led Zeppelin, Bob Dylan, or Jimi Hendrix T-shirt. Indeed, we are a generation fascinated by the wondrous, glittering past of 20th century music. Walk into first-year dorms, and there, carefully tacked upon the walls, you will find iconic Pink Floyd and Velvet Underground posters, relics of a bygone era. We are a youth culture obsessed with the past—and arguably more so than our predecessors. When I say “we”, I am not referring to the whole of our Facebook/Twitter/Twilight generation, but rather a select group that lives torn between that four or five decade-long Golden Age… continue reading →

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About Tanya Neufeld

Tanya Neufeld was born in upstate New York in 1992 but reared in Lausanne and Geneva, Switzerland on ski slopes and snobby European pretenses. She completed high school in Buenos Aires, Argentina and is currently studying English Literature and Creative Writing (among other things) at NYU in Manhattan. Hopes to someday write for a living.

2 thoughts on “Opinion: The Good Old Days

  1. Good writing. I think Tanya has found-after Switzerland and Argentina- the right environment for her mind to expand; hopefully for her benefit and her fellow humans. Adolfo

  2. for some reason this reminds me of a great hst quote…tell me if im way off base with this

    “There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda …. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning …. And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave ….

    So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark —that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”

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