Day 242: Headhunter

First of all: Day 242! So why not have a Front 242 themed day? Enjoy Headhunter. It was this or Tragedy For You as theme, so there y’go.

So — hammering “headhunter” as a theme into this — I guess… careers? Not sure how to make this work.

Possibly my misspent youth. I mean, the whole reason that “242” sparked “Headhunter” is because of an adolescent passion for industrial dance music. I had “Tragedy for You” as a cassingle, for God’s sake. I can recite “Welcome to Paradise.” And don’t get me started on my Skinny Puppy fandom and the early days of the Internet. rec.music.industrial for life!

It’s interesting what’s changed since then. I suspect Young Me could have seen the running. I started running in high school, with no training and Chuck Taylors, but it just kind of felt right. And on and off my whole life. But vegetarianism never would have been a consideration. The idea of being in marketing would have made 17-year-old me pretty mad, I suspect.

Sobriety? Probably not that astonishing. I didn’t start drinking until later than a lot of people, which I actually kind of blame for my difficult relationship with booze.

Positivity? Definitely not. I was a bleak little gothy cynic. The idea of “realist positive” as a life outlook would have been met with a glare and a “whatever, Pollyanna” or something.

In short: I was a twerp. I suspect a lot of people that share my current goals and ambitions can look back and pick through lines to now, but also see a lot of their earlier selves that were just off about stuff.

Including industrial dance. Man, I backed the wrong horse there. If I’d just gotten into hip-hop instead, I’d be much more grounded with a lot of my listening today. I know things move in cycles, but I don’t think Chemlab is going to be making a resurgence any time soon.