We keep thinking about what the world felt like when we were just kids: when we danced to Britney Spears, for hours on end, with our 2002 Barbie Karaoke machine.
We’re rethinking the promises made to us when we were younger. About technology and progress. But these days, in the face of white nationalism, ecological disaster, the precarities of global capitalism (and so much more), we find ourselves exhausted. We find ourselves wishing we could live out the media’s alarmist visions of our generation—killing the economy and making up new genders. Instead, we’re trying to negotiate our climate anxiety alongside wanting kids of our own.
This mixtape is (broadly) about youth, which for us was Windows XP, the Bush Years, the Iraq War. Maybe that’s why now, in our 20s and in the Trump era, we find ourselves interested in childhood again. These are stories about the things we do to cope (schemes, science fiction, imagined cosmologies, poetry) and the ways we remember earlier times (our histories, personal and collective). Kids these days are rediscovering truth, dusting off stories of sadness and grief and joy and celebration.
Alexa, play “Till the World Ends” by Britney Spears.