You can do whatever you want with your life, but one day you’ll know what love truly is. It’s the sour and the sweet. (Vanilla Sky)
Just like the style in this video is.
There was this show on VH1 in the late nineties, early 2000s, Pop Up Video, where “pop-up” bubbles – officially called “info nuggets” – containing trivia and witticisms popped up in specific videos that glued me to the tv. I didn’t even mind that they kept repeating them, it was yet another chance for me to get to know them better. By heart.
The stuff kids do. Or like to learn.
It weren’t things you could find on the internet later on or even now. It were particular and sometimes even peculiar things about the videos that made me love the videos and the songs even more.
Like:
The pop-up bubble I remember the most about Favourite Game (1998) is the one about Nina’s fake tattoo on the upper arm draining on the red upholstery of the ultra chic gone hardcore convertible.
I have always loved these spontaneous imperfections let to, intentionally, be imperfect. It’s funny to observe throughout life why. It’s even funnier when we are and how we are reminded of what we like. Or don’t. The sweet is never as sweet without the sour.
It’s always about the freedom and that kind of love always only comes from freedom. Love is only mentioned now because without it, there would be no Favourite Game in the first place. Or no Carmageddon. Nowadays’ Rayman is far safer than the late nineties’ Carmageddon. Life changes also. Love doesn’t. Not that kind.
Even the dj on the radio in the beginning of the video is warning us about the heat. In a different bubble, they were saying how hot it really was on the day of the shoot. So hot that there was another one on the strong cat-eye make-up that needed to be done over and over again. Each time I hear the dj on the radio talking whenever the video starts on VH1 Classic now, I’m like aww somewhere inside, turn the head towards the tv and, even if no bubble is there, I have a little party on my own for the bubbles secretly (not anymore) popping up in my mind.
Oh, yeah, Nina Persson is just as fabulous as her 🥁🥁🥁 style 🥁🥁🥁 is.
Sweet and sour.
Tan-tanaaaw-tan-tanaaaw-tan-tanaaaw-tan-tan.