Day 18/19. – A 90’s Kid

A small dedication to youth everlasting.

I am a 90’s kid. I grew up between the era of Brit pop, Greek protest and folk songs, trip hop, electronica, hip hop and the best clubbing scene EVER. (I’ll challenge anyone to match the incredible music that came out between 1990-2003). This post serves as my public appreciation for one of my favorite dance music bands of the 90’s. There is a plethora of musicians, and countless bands that I listen to, but Massive Attack are the musical pinnacle of my young years. In Greece and Europe; my generation’s heroes danced their ass off. While in the U.S the gods of Hip Hop were taking over the kingdom of music, in Athens we were surrounded by the sounds of The Prodigy, Faithless, John Digweed, Chemical Brothers, Felix da Housecat, Paul Oakenfold, Paul Van Dyk, Fatboy Silm, Carl Fucking Cox! and the list goes on, to trip hop and the Bristol sound of Morcheeba, Portishead, Everything But the Girl, Tricky, and DJ shadow.

I’ve only recently understood how fleeting time can be when hit with the realization that so many of these icons have died way too young. Massive Attack is one of the last representing U.K dance/trip hop down-tempo scene still creating music that sticks; it makes sense and it takes me back to a time when dancing my ass off, and letting the music take control, was the best drug around. My first mind blowing experience with Massive Attack was in London early 2000s. and I’ve been loyal ever since. Their sound was gritty, peculiar, an amalgam of samples, tight rhymes, dirty sounds, mind numbing rhythms and sultry sexy moves. The 90’s 2000’s were the breeding ground of some of the most prolific music coming out of the U.K., and as for Massive Attack, their sound had staying power because it spoke to US. My generation is caught in between two worlds. We navigated and existed in between technology and connectivity. A generation that got lost in the mix of rhythms, ecstasy, and the London beat.

Massive attack reigned supreme over the British sound of the time, but also translated to a universal sound. They made our hearts soar and our soul rejoice in ecstatic don’t care how the fuck I look like dancing; and mind you unlike a lot of my friends in London at the time I never took a single pill of E. This past weekend (March, 16th), I was going to finally see this amazing band in the city of cities ( no offense Athens that concert was epic but Radio City Music Hall is no slouch).

I’ll wait. (as die hard fans do) since this was a birthday present to myself to remind me of my carefree, young(er) self, but also to get lost in the idea that however old we get, the songs of our crazy young days are the best songs of our lives. At the eve of my 41st year around the sun, Ill still celebrate with Tricky singing Karmacoma.

Tricky
You sure you want to be with me
I’ve nothing to give
Won’t lie and say this lovin’s best
Leave us in emotional peace
Take a walk, taste the rest
No, take a rest

3d
I see you digging a hole in your neighborhood
You’re crazy but you’re lazy
No need to live in a lean-to
Your troubles must be seen to seen to
Money like it’s paper with faces I remember
I drink on a daily basis
Though it seldom cools my temper
It never cools my temper

Tricky
Walking through the suburbs though not exactly lovers
You’re a couple, ‘specially when your body’s doubled
Duplicate, then you wait for the next kuwaitKarmacoma, jamaica an’ roma (x4)

3d
You sure you want to be with me I’ve nothing to give
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest(x2)
Take a walk take a rest a taste of rest

Tricky
Don’t want to be on top of your list
Phenomenally and properly kissed
We overcome in 60 seconds
With the strength we have to together
But for now, emotional ties they stay severed
When there’s trust there’ll be treats
And when we funk we’ll hear beatsKarmacoma, jamaica an’ roma (x4)

3d
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
I must be crazy, see I’m swazy
Digging a hole in your neighborhood
You’re crazy but you’re lazy, must be lazy

Tricky
Don’t wanna on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed3d
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
My baby
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
I must be crazy, you must be lazy

Karmacoma, what? , jamaica an’ roma (x4)

Eleana Kouneli

A former dancer, current yoga teacher, writer, curious traveler and wild soul. My fuel and desire is to learn from others and spread healing and joy as I go. Follow my adventures and see where they lead you! All the stories are true, all the poems are real and all the writing is mine. Enjoy

2 comments

  • Eleana, I have to agree with you in relation to the dancing music from that era, by far the best, though there have been & are others; it’s the Club Scene that came out of that era! The thing that truly stood out for me and still does is:”…ecstatic don’t care how the fuck I look like dancing..” YES!

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