Hey, Boomers- does anyone really remember the music?
The stuff of Pulitzer Prize books by David Halberstam and Tom Brokow.
We are easily defined by the music we listened to on
our transistor radios and stereos.
We bought records by Aretha, Marvin Gaye, Credence, Four Tops, Temptations, Animals, Airplane, Beach Boys, Beatles, Dylan, Donovan, Doors, Stones, Who, Jimmy Hendrix, the Dead, Pete Seeger, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, and Peter Paul and Mary and the Four Seasons. We loved the Eagles, Elvis, BeeGees, Boston, Queen and Don McLean.
We lived through the Summer of Love and cruised Haight and Ashbury,
wore flowers in our hair and puka shells around our necks.
We imagined we were ‘Born to be wild’ and “Appointment TV” was watching American Bandstand after school.
What did “I would give it a 10, but I can’t dance to it.” really mean? Dick Clark was the man who brought heartthrobs like Paul Anka, Bobby Darin, Fabian, Jim Croce, and The Byrds to us everyday after school. Chubby Checker twisted, Diana Ross grooved, and Patsy Cline and the Four Tops all appeared in our living rooms. Cool.
Many of us learned the “Twist,” “Mashed Potatoes,” and the “Hitchhiker” while watching and dancing along with the cool kids on American Bandstand.
The languid 1950’s ushered in the advent of national television, while Holiday Inn’s and a hamburger restaurant called McDonald’s were mushrooming up nationwide.
We were learning about Cuba, Castro, Sputnik, the H-Bomb, Elvis, and something called “the Pill.”
The 1960’s were another story.
“Without music, life would be an error.” Friedrich Nietzsche
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