I realize that some of this is due to avoidance of television, radio and internet sources of news because even thinking about the upcoming presidential election causes a cold, hard pit of dread to open up in my stomach. (I hereby respectfully request that you not address this portion of the post in the comments.) Some of it is the descending winter darkness, which always turns me into a(n even) big(ger) mopey goth. And some of it is just that, holy crap, I haven't lived in my home country for over four years now.
Homesickness manifests itself in bizarre ways. One that I only recently recognized is the sudden obsession with hair metal that I've developed since the bloke & I found GnR's "Appetite for Destruction" whilst scrimmaging around in the attic of his familial homestead a few months back. Since then, I've been playing YouTube videos at myself endlessly, because I don't actually own much rock. I never had to. It was on the radio constantly.
It was just something that was always there when I was growing up. Metallica and Alice in Chains puts me in my high school boyfriend's Camaro. When I listen to AC/DC, I'm back in the stands by the football field. My best friend Kim & I shiver in our drill team outfits, blowing on our gloved hands with our pom-poms in our laps, waiting to do the half-time show. Bon Jovi watches me nervously buying my first pair of combat boots from the army surplus store. I can smell the hot smog of Los Angeles and see my group of rivethead friends parading around Magic Mountain in full club gear when Aerosmith comes on.
It's all just so....American.
Here, you can have a hair metal day too.
Aerosmith, "Crazy" (Liv Tyler + Alicia Silverstone == zomg hottness)
AC/DC, "Thunderstruck (I can't listening to this without punching the air with my fists.)
GnR, "Sweet Child O' Mine"
Metallica, "Enter Sandman"
Alice in Chains, "Man in the Box"
And for a little cross-cultural flavour, have a bit of UK hair metal.
Def Leppard, "Pour Some Sugar on Me"