Unkool In A Kaftan
Snoopy, Woodstock, Sergeant Pepper’s Yellow Submarine, sure, whatever, daddio …
Yeah, so, twenty years later, we were, perhaps, a trifle naive when we thought ourselves rebellious, when we had out own ‘Summer of Love’, but we had
… better drugs, better fashion sense and (above all) better music.
Naturally, the above are the obvious ones … the hits everyone is familiar with … and (with the exception of Orbital and the Aphex Twin) nothing I’d listen to today, let alone play out ¹, but they’re none the worse for that ⁵.
And a spot of nostalgia every thirty years isn’t overly self-indulgent, I don’t think 😀
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¹ It’s nowhere near filthy, sleazy or aggressive enough for my tastes these days ².
² Ten years later I was into was this …
Ten years after that, this …
I’m sure you can see the progression and hazard a guess where I’m at today — ̶C̶h̶a̶r̶l̶i̶e̶ ̶D̶o̶n̶’̶t̶ ̶S̶u̶r̶f̶ WAF Don’t Bounce ³ 😉
³ For the inbred Zone 3 dwelling Morlocks amongst you: that doesn’t mean what you think it does — here in the First World we speak English, not some bastard creole barely one remove from a pidgin (we can express more concepts than ‘cowboy’, ‘doughnut’ and ‘homophobia’), and it literally means to bounce around ⁴.
⁴ As on the dancefloor, for instance …
⁵ Definitely better than moany Jitchel (you know, Scott Joplin’s granddaughter or someone) or whichever other caterwaulers Gutbloom and Quasimodo were obliged to put up with — how they could tell the difference between Joplin’s wailing and that of that band named after the Wright brothers’ olde worlde hot-air balloon (Lead Hindenburg or something) beats me (it must’ve been awful ⁶).
⁶ I’m not surprised so many of them joined the army, so they could get away to Viet Nam!