The Passing Stream
Friday, June 24th, 2005Ray, at The Freedom Sanction, writes about the role of place in shaping us. (here) But, here he talks about how that this perception is not as clear as it used to be.
There is, however, a moving away from being marked by place to being marked by the date range of our birth. Marking by place has been replaced by identification with our generation.
I find him on target when he relates it to the “Generation Gap” of the boomers.
[T]he generation of the counter-cultural movement…began to establish their identity by trumpeting the fact that they were born AFTER the WWII generation. Because there were so many of them, their ideas caught like wild-fire. Each subsequent generation has since been labeled by sociologists. Similarities and differences have become magnified.
But I would add that since then, it has been carried and amplified by one or two forces that rise and continue from that age. This is just my take on it, but the following sounds right to me:
Cultures had always expressed themselves in musics. But the Blues voice crying out in the deep South changed into the R&B voices rooted in the Urban culture. It still bore ties to their blues roots. But by some odd accident of the emerging media, R&B reached out across the waters to kids in Liverpool, Kent and London, who “returned” to America with their own takes on this music. Youth connected with youth.
Rock-n-roll “culture” was a culture about music—and attitude. It has ties to a more tradtional culture of place, but has long ceased to be an expression of that culture. “Mainstreaming” cultural music has happened often enough, but the result usually ends up being a publically palatable much. It doesn’t usually become a “culture” of it’s own.
But since then, I think we expect that your age defines you. You and your contemporaries pass through the tides of fashion in the pop-culture. You are in the same place to see the same fad pass in the same way.
We, who have passed this point before, saw a different stream when we were here. But we coveted what we saw in the same way anybody does full of hunger and promise.
And as McLuhan pointed out, the media is the message. So the media tells us, “Buy more”—”Buy in more.” “You know you want it.” Simply because it is the very organ that delivers it to us. You need to be informed. You need to know what the cool kids are wearing—or—what they are no longer wearing. You need to know what other kids think and what other people think, so you can it as counsel.
But, even as we turn away from the rush of media to raise children and “do something,” we carry away momentos of youth to forever remind us what it was like to be young. So this arriving “Global Village” offers a culture of trappings.
Let the internet illustrate: We get together with other bowlers or bikers or fellow fans of our favorite band on the internet. I have long been a fan of 70s-style progressive rock (called “prog” on the net to avoid arguing with ninnies who don’t think it has “progressed” from there.) I had never read so much about the bands until the internet. And I’ve never heard so much prog music in my life before internet radio.
Take a look at blogspot.com profiles. I believe it is unintentional, but it seems to convey that what makes me up are my “Interests” and “Favorite Movies,” “Favorite Music” and “Favorite Books”. The internet channels our correspondence with people who share our interests.
Now, of course, there is the blogging, which allows us to define ourselves in greater detail than our interests do. And I clearly enjoyed the service provided to learn about my favorite bands. After all I couldn’t say that I learned all that stuff without deciding to read about it.
The mesage of the internet is whatever you enjoy, we can provide you with more information about it and you can talk to plenty of people who enjoy it. I think here we see the culture of generations. turn into the culture of tastes. We can see where we’ve come from: mass produced music, movies, and books which give us an illusion of “voice” Songwriters “speak for a generation,” as some people used to put it. As a result, different people of different ages shared different pop-cultures, with nothing more substantive to identify with, they’ve identified themselves with their generation.
Although the kid born in 1995 can buy Bob Dylan’s albums or complete seasons of Patrick McGoohan’s Danger Man series (b/w) on Amazon, (both before my time, I must mention somewhat ironically) not that many kids his age will follow. It will continue to be the stripe of another generation.
And although you may have some 40-year olds addicted to Playstation or Nintendo, that also is not going to happen often enough to form a trend. Also both of their peer groups will try to put a kabosh on such strange behavior in their peers.
Such a wide variety of media to see our peers provides an internal peer pressure that reinforces the external so that we are fixed on shaping ourselves in the image of our peers. Peer identification is media-wide and global, even suggested by what I metioned of its roots.
Place is very real. But it is evermore less so as fewer of us know our neighbors. As someone who has moved 10 times in the last 15 years, place seems like hardly a factor at all. So I think corporate relocation and a fluid and national job market have played their part as well. It could be that you move enough and you find yourself living by people you don’t know enough, so it begins not to bother you.
Another thought strikes me. It relates to the birthplace of the generation gap. The colleges. I would suggest that the increase in college attendance plays a role as well. You spend some time, “out of place”, in a rough peer group, at times entrenched against the “townies” or “locals” who in an alien fashion go to work and don’t party all night and don’t really appreciate hearing somebody else do it. You attend the University, the “locals” don’t. Locality is entrenched. Parochial is a pejorative. And when you get right down to it, in that mass media, we’ve seen all sorts of bad things happen after somebody says “You’re not from around here.”
