Sometimes I stop and think about how recent it is to have access to almost any piece of media I have been exposed to previously. If a song pops into my head, and I want to listen to it? I can do that. There's tons of ways. If I remember a TV show or series, it won't take me too long to find a way to watch it. Sometimes it doesn't even take more than a minute.
And that's INCREDIBLE.
For the first decades of my life, it wasn't the case. If I liked a show as a kid, I had to catch it when it aired, because there was no promise of ever being able to find it again. If a song I liked was on the radio, I had to drop everything to drink up every single molecule of sound, to better remember it later. There was no promise I could ever know what the song was, or even the artist. Once, I liked a song so much I called the radio station to ask what it was (Long Way Down, by the Goo Goo Dolls).
This isn't a switch that was instantly flipped, either; it was a gradual process.
As a result, there is a gulf in my mind. A series of experiences that I could re-experience, if I so chose, if not for the fact that I have forgotten it is possible. Songs, shows, movies, all filed in the "lost to history" folder in my brain. And yet, they don't belong there anymore. The problem isn't finding the media, it's remembering that it existed at all. And I'm not quite sure how to jump-start it.
In the meantime, I'll go look for Kidd Video. Surely someone has uploaded the whole thing by now.
