Wednesday, 29 June 2022

An ode to band stamps

Nowadays, when I see bands, I tend to show tickets or get wristbanded. For some reason, last week I went to two venues where I was stamped. The next morning in the shower, trying to wipe off the ground in smear, I was reminded of my youth where most weekends I had a black blur on my inside wrist to remind me of the fun I'd had the night before. It made me feel very wistful for that lost time.

I know menopause is making me extremely sentimental but this inky mess filled me with nostalgia.  As terrible as it looked, I like the idea that the stamp won't immediately wash off, a constant reminder of the fun the night before. A brief tattoo of enjoyment.

Someone reminded me of the UV stamps, that became big to stop people sneaking in with copies. I'd forgotten all about those. I guess that was when the wristbands came in...



It is a funny thing, nostalgia. Often doing the thing makes you think of the thing that feels like a lost time. Even though you just did it.

I see a lot of bands now, ironically probably more than I did then. So what exactly did these stamps make me long for? I don't know precisely.

I guess I'll need a few more stamps to find out!


Do you have any nostalgia triggers? What are they and what do they make you miss?

Linking with #TrafficJamWeekend  #AnythingGoes and #HappyTuesday because it's funny what pleasure you can find in the smallest of things...





12 comments:

  1. I remember those stamps. So long ago. I'm so old the armbands weren't around yet. Fond memory.

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  2. I hate the fact that there aren't real, physical tickets to anything anymore. It sucks that a faded stamp and a disappearing ticket on your phone is all thats left the morning after

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  3. It's another post...where I kind of get it and you too of course...that image first reminded me not of band stamps (never had one) but the ways in which my arms were bruised after my big surgery that lasted 11 hours. #weekendcoffeeshare

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    1. But i don't think you'd be fondly missing those days of bruising again!! Goodness! Sounds a LOT!!!

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  4. Oh yes, those stamps! Hmmm...maybe the nostalgia is for a simpler time? When music was just magical music and life's chapter was wildly different than it is now? Age is a wild thing and I'm never not surprised by what pulls at my heartstrings anymore. Maybe it's the hormones but I find myself saying, often, that I'm just "sensitive" because I often don't know why or what for exactly, I just am :-)

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    1. Yes, not knowing exactly what it is you are missing...that's def an age thing. (or a menopause thing?). I know EXACTLY what you mean.

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  5. I was never a band girl (too loud for me) but I do remember stamps to get into pubs etc. I'm glad it gave you a trip down memory lane. I get those when there's a fashion revival of 70's or 80's clothes - I suddenly have a little memory pop up of me as a teenager wearing something similar...

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  6. I remember those stamps, but they were put on the back of the hand#dreamteam

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  7. And with a flick of the wrist, you're all in. I usually get stamped on the top of my hand. Nice post! :)

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  8. I love that phrase: a brief tattoo of enjoyment. Isn't it funny what triggers our nostalgia. I just heard a song on the radio that my granddaughter mis-sang one time, causing us to laugh hysterically. I immediately longed for those times together when she was young. Of course, now we share other types of wonderful moments together, but still...

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  9. I thought you had a big bruise!!! Ekk!!! Loving the since of nostalgia behind your inky arm. Those were the days right? Did you collect the wrist bands? Thank you for joining us for the #DreamTeam xx

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  10. I don't think I've been stamped in decades! Thanks for linking up with #DreamTeam

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