Blasts from the Past
The Internet generously caters to
our whims—for one, allowing us to re-inhabit the past and stay there as much as
we want.
Take the case of AIMP, a freeware audio player for Windows and Android, which features player skins—from Akai to JVC to Kenwood to Sony—even Telefunken Magnetophon 77, which you just probably saw in an old movie—brands of hi-fi systems paraded around in the 1980s up to the 1990s as prized possessions.
In those days, these sound systems or what they simply called ‘component’, along with the still-tube TV sets, were the centerpiece of the houses of the working and middle class.
Alagad kun kaidto, pagtitipunan mo an arog kaining klase nin patugtog—ngonyan, may laptop ka lang, yaon na an gabos na brands: makakapili ka pa depende kun anong kapritso mo!
Today’s technology has trivialized
the fact how my own folks—uncles, cousins, brothers—and even I valued these
sound systems as prized possessions or even status symbols. Now it has
aggregated these household names—and features them as options to time travel to
any user, as it were.
For one, I get to own all these in
my laptop and indulge in reliving the past:
Say, when I choose Kenwood KX-800 and play Air Supply’s “Love and Other Bruises” or “Don’t Turn Me Away” I am easily effortlessly transported to Manoy’s mixed tape in the 80s right away.
How about clicking Akai GX-F90 and
play Kenny Rogers’ “
Late last night, I picked Cassette
Player 3D and played Fra Lippo Lippi’s “Stitches and Burns” and “Thief in
One afternoon, I will click the JVC skin and play Toad the Wet Sprocket's “Walk on the Ocean” or R.E.M.'s “Losing My Religion”, then, there he would be, my cousin Jokoy whispering in my ear, praising Michael Stipe to high heavens. Nice...
This evening I will click the Sony Media Tower skin and load in my playlist Enigma’s “Sadeness, Part 1,” among many other chill-out cuts—and soon, I will return to some familiar place where I once went to, a state of mind which gives me serenity.
With all these possibilities now only at the tip of my fingers, who could have ever known that the past is never gone, that the past is rather ever-present?
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