Weekend self-care open thread: The Golden Age of Britpop
Ah. I remember it like it was yesterday. Tony Blair had just led "New Labour" to victory after almost twenty years of Tory rule under Maggie "The Wicked Witch of the West" Thatcher and her successor, John "Not So" Major. Sir Tony had declared the beginning of "Cool Britannia", and why not? The UK was the hip, happening place, Blair mirroring the changing of the guard that Bill Clinton had in the US. We were all basking in the afterglow of the ending of the Cold War. Russia was still, while not an ally, not an adversary. China was under a regime which wanted nothing other than to expand the economy, not impose its hegemony. The gas was cheap and the clubs were hopping. I look back upon those days of my youth and sigh at all that we've lost. From Cool Britannia, part of the soundtrack of my life back then was Britpop. From Manic Street Preachers to Blur. From James to Placebo. I bought the CDs, because this was a time before not just Spotify, ...
