Ah, weird people, my favourite kind....far out, man.......
This "Boomer Nostalgia" thing, you know, for me it was the music....OK the smells too, but a lot of it was the music......Dylan with Like A Rolling Stone, Lennon with Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds (heehee), Jagger and the boys with Let It Bleed, Dylan again with My Back Pages, Cohen with Passin' Through, Dylan again with....OK, wait a minute, you're right, there's no end to the Dylan......but overall, behind everything, kind of in the background, the Grateful Dead with Ripple.......hang on while I spin the disc .............. there it goes, doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo due doo......... Did you ever ask yourself why we don't have musical symbols here? I have espa¤ol, Englisch, and Deutsch on this keyboard......there's probably Music as well, it's just that the salesman didn't show me how to wave the wand in the correct manner to summon the Muse.
And the smells.....anybody smell patchouli oil on the street lately? We do around here, the hipnoid thing is in with a certain small percentage of the younguns, they don't quite get it right, but then as I recall, we didn't either. Many of them know more about the lives and Tragic Deaths of Morrison, Hendrix, and Dean than I do, and I find that oddly comforting, in a weird sort of way.
Speaking of the younguns......Isn't it about time that we passed judgement on the proceeding generations?.......after all, isn't that what los viejos are for?....passing down wisdom and wind around the campfire? Holly being an honorary Boomer, of course....
El Sup-Tomandante Marcos....in his cups, and not a bit sorry, either... |
