There are many times in people’s lives when they are searching for something. When one begins to persistently look to the point of unhealthiness, the search becomes a type of obsession. For years, I wanted a sound, a musical sound. It’s silly looking back on those times, but I was annoyed with inching closer, almost finding what I was looking for, and not getting any further in my exploration. Many months would go by where I would only be moving laterally instead of hitting a peak of discovery. Of course, I should have either searched longer or smarter. Just after giving up the search for the sound, I finally came across the music that continually slipped through my fingers, which typed all kinds of combinations but never found the sonic treasure. The music genre in question was synthwave, a genre built on nostalgia.
Listening to synthwave draws images on a past that only exists in imagination, a nostalgia for a time where I didn’t exist. Still, I connect to the past, feeling as if I’m roaming around in a car late at night, driving aimlessly, or in the afternoon, walking along the beach with people roller skating in varicolored shorts and knee-high socks. It’s a genre reminiscent of the 70s and 80s synthesizer music but the tracks aren’t limited in any way, because there’s various kinds of synthwave. In one style, I return to childhood, covered under a slightly scratchy wool blanket, watching movies like Legend or Enemy Mine on laserdisc late at night when staying up was a huge deal. Another takes me to a mystic dystopian future of neon lights shining upon a perpetual raining city. Nothing is as calming as hearing rain and thunder miles away in these musical pieces. The rain falls on a world different from our own: flying cars, trees and soil in a dome, skyscrapers filled with the technology characters go to war over.
My “discovery” of synthwave should have happened sooner. I typed in the YouTube search box synth music, and I watched movies with synthwave as the soundtrack, but I never struck that retro gold. After listening to the movie soundtrack of The Exorcist, I randomly clicked on a song made by a synthwave artist. Even then, a eureka moment was not in store. I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to this song. Only later would I retrace my steps to find the mystical tune and delve deeper into the style of the piece, leading me to love a subgenre I was not aware of, but always thought about. Synthwave dominates my thoughts; it relates to my other passions such as film and literature and takes me into reveries. It’s something I (hopefully) won’t get tired of, a healthy obsession for the retrofuturistic ages.