Nostalgia is not big business for me. Oh, my past melds pretty well with my life and I have great memories going all the way back to my earliest years. It's just that I choose to live here, now.
I have a warehouse in my head of memories and I can bore you half to death with stories from my past. Regrets? Yeah, plenty. I try to run that tape back just to make sure that I don't keep reliving my past.
The notion of working hard to remain obscure and avoiding any prolonged success was pointed out to me a long time ago. What can you do? Oh well. Keeps me humble, I suppose.