My current music 'funk' is 1990s music

In my previous post, I discussed nostalgia, one of two “funks” in which I am known to dwell. The other is music, and I lapse into that periodically.

Lately, I've been in a 1990s music funk. Fourteen years ago, for my kids' Christmas presents, I made them each 10 mix CDs containing major hits from their prime growing up years, which was the ’90s. I've held onto the digital files (mp3s) I used for those, and I also have a half-dozen copies of the discs I burned for them. Actually, the discs are discards -- I tossed them from the finished package in the final stage of production when I realized I had duplicated songs in one or more of the kids' collections.

I reached for a few of those the other day and put them into my computer media player, and when the tunes started playing, I found myself smiling. A rush of memories swept over me. When Jesus Jones' "Right Here, Right Now" came on, what came to mind immediately was a moment the kids and I were in the minivan on I-465 in Indianapolis, returning home from a summer day at the Fourth Estate (a private recreational grounds owned by The Indianapolis Star at the time). In that flashback moment, that song was playing on the minivan radio, and we all chimed in to sing along.

When Sophie B. Hawkins' "Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover" came on, I thought of my oldest son, because I remember him saying how much he liked that song. When Mariah Carey's "Anytime You Need a Friend" came on, I recalled a 1990s conversation about contemporary music that I had in the cafeteria of my kids' grade school with one of the teachers. She said Carey was one of the few contemporary artists she really liked.

And Haddaway's "What Is Love?" made me think of the Saturday Night Live recurring comedy sketch in which that song was the background music for a couple of loser guys (played by Will Ferrell and Chris Kattan) trying to pick up women at a cheesy disco (the sketch was later parlayed into "The Roxbury Guys" motion picture, which itself turned out to be a cheesy loser of sorts.)

I could go on, but I think you get the idea. Before the '90s music funk, I had been mired in a prolonged funk with my New Age music list on the computer media player. New Age is a recurring music funk of mine -- probably THE most recurring of them all. I listen to it a lot. It relaxes me and puts me in a happy place mentally and emotionally. It brings back fond memories ... of relaxation. To that music. I guess that's doubling down on the funk, huh? Artists on the list include George Winston, Danny Wright, Wayne Gratz, Oystein Sevag, Eric Tingstad, Joe Yamada and Kevin Kern.

A few years back, I remember being in a nine-month-long funk -- yes, nine solid months! -- of various works by Mozart -- mostly concertos, sonatas and symphonies. I'd listen to Mozart on the car CD player during the commute to work, as well as at home while working on the computer. I don't turn to Mozart for any length of time often, but it really hit me the right way back them.

Falling into a nostalgia funk

Lately, I've been in a serious nostalgia funk. It's one of two "funks" I get into a lot, music being the other one. (I might delve a little into the music funk in a subsequent post).

I've been reflecting back on so many different things in my life -- high school, college, post-college work years and family. When that happens, I often find myself on the Internet, trying to find people who were important in my life.

Actually, some of that time on the Internet isn't entirely random. About a year ago or so, I began a "project" to compile a sort of "where are they now" narrative of people who were in my freshman class at a private high school in Milwaukee but did not stick around at the school to graduate (they transferred out to other schools before senior year).

My freshman class numbered 91; by the time we graduated four years later, the number had nearly halfed -- it totaled 47. Three students joined us sophomore year, and one of those left after junior year. That left me with 45 people to chase down.

I'm somewhere between a third and halfway through the endeavor. Along the way, I've come across some very neat stories. Some people, especially with those with very common names, have been difficult, or in one case, almost impossible to find. I'll keep trying, though. I'm tempted to buy a subscription to newspapers.com, which a couple people have told me is a good source of locating things, especially obituaries. (From my online searching, online obits are plentiful and have been around since around 2005 or thereabouts, but before that, it's difficult).

In my search for information on those 45, I've also learned about four deaths -- again, so far. There are seven deaths -- that I know of -- among the 47 graduates, so I realize I'm likely to come across a few more among the 45 as my research progresses. I say "that I know of" about deaths among the grads because some guys have sort of vanished. They never responded to reunion invitations.

I've also recently purchased a yearbook featuring the graduation class of the public school I would have attended if I had not gone to a private school. Most of the kids with whom I went to grade school (also a private school) in Greendale, Wis., attended the village's public high school. It's been many, many years since I've seen any of them -- in most cases, not since we left St. Alphonsus for the last time.

Some of my Internet searches also have included some of the people I have worked with through the years. I've had four employers since I left college -- one radio station, one weekly newspaper (both of those in Wisconsin) and two daily newspapers, one in Iowa, the other in Indianapolis.

Doing this is the best way I can think of to stay in touch with my past ... and remembering people who intersected my life along the way.

The day the email 'dinosaur' kicked me real hard

While putting together this post, a big part of me felt like Rip Van Winkle. I haven't posted anything here since 2011! In that interim, I've been dutifully maintaining a photography blog ... and clumsily launched and tried to maintain a craft-brewery enjoyment blog.

I could use today's post to catch up on some of the above, but instead, email is what compelled me to log a new post here after seven years of idle activity.

I joined the cyber world in 1997, when I obtained my first computer and opened an email account with American Online, much better known today as AOL. 1997 also was the year my oldest son graduated high school, and it was the year The Indianapolis Star -- where I worked from October 1978 to April 2012 -- converted its newsroom editing system to digital pagination.

But I digress. Back to email ... A newsroom colleague was responsible for getting me to check out AOL once I told her I had just obtained my first computer. Kim, who worked on the photo desk, told me she was an AOL member, and she handed me a floppy disk (yes, that was the popular technology for digital storage back then) containing a program to give me a free trial on AOL.

This was back in the days of dial-up; your access to the Internet was dependent on your telephone line, and "access" -- at least in terms of what we experience today, thanks to fiber-optic cable -- was incredibly slow. So getting booted offline inadvertently was a painstaking process. You often weren't able to get back online for 5 to 10 minutes or so.

Sometime after the new millennium, AOL saw that its members were converting to the newer higher-speed access options -- DSL (digital subscriber lines) and cable, and taking their email business elsewhere as well. That meant fewer people viewing the ads AOL used to generate revenue.

So in order to keep members coming to the AOL homepage and using its email service, AOL notified members it was waving the monthly membership fee (which were around $20, as I recall) to members who had high-speed access ... and wanted to keep their email accounts with AOL. I was one of those who didn't want to mess with starting a new email account, and notifying all of my contacts (including bank, credit card, etc.) of the change.

AOL's email service has served me pretty well through the years. There have been occasional annoyances, but I became very familiar with its functionality and adapted to any oddities if or when they developed.

When hotmail, juno, yahoo and gmail emerged, also offering free accounts, I explored those options. I opened an account with yahoo, but really didn't use it much. In the past seven years or so, I've been teased a few times for clinging to what several folks describe as a "dinosaur" in email.

AOL email has been an "issue" for me only one time that I can think of. A few years ago, not long after I left the newspaper, a former work colleague, who had left the newspaper several years before me and eventually launched a one-person own public relations and marketing company, contacted me and asked me to do some document editing for her business. I did that for a few years, but during that period, she had trouble receiving and sending emails at my AOL address.

Mind you, she had her own email system, and on several occasions I suggested that perhaps it was her system that was causing the trouble. She countered that she has had issued in the past with AOL email accounts and that she has had no issues with email from other email servers. So, in the spirit of compromise, I opened a gmail account, and we used that briefly to communicate and exchange documents.

Not long afterward, she decided to cut costs and no longer use me to do editing work for her. I wasn't offended; while I usually found lots of small things in virtually everything of hers that I read, there weren't too many instances when I caught major issues. There were some issues, for sure -- and she appreciated it -- but VERY huge things were few and far between.

The very first instance when my relationship with AOL was put to the test happened a couple weeks ago. I couldn't get into my account. I was flummoxed; at first, I thought it was an AOL glitch, so I waited overnight hoping that everything would be cleared up by morning. Alas, the problem remained the following day, so I got on the phone to try and clear it up.

The conversation I had with AOL people was one of those laborious exchanges that made me want to pound my head against the wall. When I finally reached someone who knew what the problem was, it was about 45 minutes after I first dialed the number. It turns out ... that AOL's "terms of service" -- the agreement I signed off on when I first joined AOL 21 years previously -- prohibited members from having more than 5,000 emails in their various boxes (in box, out box, sent box, etc.). I had well over that amount (the actual number is way too embarrassing).

AOL agreed to give me 24 hours to clean out the mailboxes or, they said, I'd get locked out again. I worked furiously for the next several hours to rummage through all my "valuable" emails (there actually were a lot that were expendable; it was a matter of separating those from the ones I really wanted to hang onto).

I don't think I technically got myself under the 5,000 threshold, but I do think I came within a few thousand. I braced myself for getting booted from AOL again the next day. I told myself if AOL indeed kicks me off after being with them 21 years, it would me ample motivation to put the dinosaur to rest and move on to something more current.

But the next day, I was still able to access my email. And so, I'm somewhat relieved to say I'm still one of those apparently few remaining Internet users who use AOL for their email.