I would love to know...

Sir_Winston54 said:
That's why the children are trying to snipe at those of us who are a few years older and/or have a little knowledge of our cultural history.
Nah, they're still ticked that Mommy and Daddy wouldn't let them watch Sid and Nancy on HBO.

Tangent One: i still laugh when i hear Queen's version of New York on the original Highlander. Reminds me that Sid did an interesting rendition as well. i'm sure ol' Blue Eyes enjoyed getting sampled by both.

Tangent Two: Then we have a WWF wrestler going by the name Sid Vicious winning a match in Madison Square Garden. Flashback to Highlander again with the "Fabulous Freebirds" acting up in MSG. Ripped their name off a little tune by Lynerd Skynerd. One of the longest, arguably most overplayed ballads in the history of rock. For some, you could get laid and orgasm before the track ended.

Sweet Home Alabama? Some days i wish (pun intended). :rolleyes:
 
Free Bird and Stairway to Heaven are both.. officially on the.. play this song in our guitarshop and die.. list.. of most guitar stores..

Free Bird is probably the most overplayed song in the universe..
 
Marquis said:
You people are so old.


And proud of it. First generation Beatles fan, first generation Deadhead, The Allman Brothers before Duane and Berry Oakley died, Janis, Jim and Jimi. The Sex Pistols came to America, but the Ramones were already doing it in New Jersey.

I saw Nixon resign, and Kennedy assassinated. I remember when Andy Warhol first started making it big. Regular theaters would show movies by Michaelangelo Antonioni's Blow Up, Martin Luther King was still up and kicking, as was Huey Newton. The Pueblo was captured, and we went to the moon.

I got my first computer, first color TV, first microwave, first CD player, not to mention Beta Video players and Eight Tracks.

My Grandparents subscribed to Grit magazine, and kids carried papers door to door, early in the morning. Clear Channel did not own any radio stations, and when the new Steely Dan or Joni Mitchell album came out, they would play the whole thing on the radio.

We were told not to trust anyone over 30, by people who are now in their 60s. I could get marijuana and LSD cheaper and easier than beer, and their was no AIDS.

yeah, I am old.

So what.

Oh, by the way, my children know who Sid and Nancy are. And the other members of the Sex Pistols and the Clash. They know that Joe Strummer is dead, but Johnny Rotten isnt. And that Paul really did die a long time ago, but he still put out crappy music.
 
svb1972 said:
Stairway to Heaven ...
Actually, i like the fast paced section of the song. Click me. i dare ya. Actually, i'm laughing. If the link works, you should get another window to pop up that says "hurl.exe".

Great, now i've got "Fool in the Rain" on the brain.
 
arctic-stranger said:
And proud of it. First generation Beatles fan, first generation Deadhead, The Allman Brothers before Duane and Berry Oakley died, Janis, Jim and Jimi. The Sex Pistols came to America, but the Ramones were already doing it in New Jersey.

I saw Nixon resign, and Kennedy assassinated. I remember when Andy Warhol first started making it big. Regular theaters would show movies by Michaelangelo Antonioni's Blow Up, Martin Luther King was still up and kicking, as was Huey Newton. The Pueblo was captured, and we went to the moon.

I got my first computer, first color TV, first microwave, first CD player, not to mention Beta Video players and Eight Tracks.

My Grandparents subscribed to Grit magazine, and kids carried papers door to door, early in the morning. Clear Channel did not own any radio stations, and when the new Steely Dan or Joni Mitchell album came out, they would play the whole thing on the radio.

We were told not to trust anyone over 30, by people who are now in their 60s. I could get marijuana and LSD cheaper and easier than beer, and their was no AIDS.

yeah, I am old.

So what.


Oh, by the way, my children know who Sid and Nancy are. And the other members of the Sex Pistols and the Clash. They know that Joe Strummer is dead, but Johnny Rotten isnt. And that Paul really did die a long time ago, but he still put out crappy music.

The bolds are for me (sorry - I couldn't much get into the Allman Bros.). I also remember, just before my 7th or 8th birthday, going with my uncle to pick up my older (about 18?) cousin at a local roadhouse one night, where she went with another uncle to hear some strange music by a kid with a weird name - Elvis... either late '56 or '57, I think.

I remember pitching a guy out the window of the schoolbus on 11/22/63 because he said he was glad JFK had gotten shot. My 14th birthday was a week later, and it sucked. No one, including me, felt like celebrating Thanksgiving or my birthday. (Fortunately for the bigmouth, the bus window was open, and the bus was stopped when he opened his piehole. I only got suspended from school for one day... and none of my teachers penalized me for missed work. I was always pretty sure that the assistant principal who suspended me had also made sure they all knew the reason I'd been suspended.)

I remember the launch of Sputnik, and nuclear curl-up-under-your-desk-and-kiss-your-ass-goodbye drills, and bomb shelters - about one home out of three in our town had them... but that might have been because it was an Army town - Ft. Sill, OK. I remember the hole in the sole of Adlai Stevenson's shoe. I remember the day the Beatles came to America - and the day Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band came out, and the day John was shot. I remember Peter, Paul and Mary, and Bob Dylan when most of his words were intelligible. I remember being a security guard at (old) Tampa Stadium when Pink Floyd and Santana played there, and rockin' out w/ the fans, and lighting joints for fans who couldn't keep their matches on the tips, and having a contact high so bad that my girlfriend (later wife #1) would pick me up after the concerts so I wouldn't have to try to drive home.

I remember the rock of the 80s and 90s, because my students loved it, and were amazed when I'd pick some of their favorites and play them back to back with the classical music that the melodies had come from... and then can the classical and leave the stereo in my classroom tuned to a rock station. I remember the USFL and the NASL.

My life has been enriched by almost all the things I saw and heard and experienced, from the 50s through the 80s, 90s, and now this first decade of the 21st century... and my enjoyment of what is now is only deepened by knowing what came before, and knowing what much of today's culture is based on.

Old? Yeah. Dead? No. Stuck in the last century? No way, dood.
 
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