We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Somewhat brightening and somewhat sad to see them all in their younger states ....time marches. Have to say I'd have strongly preferred this as the halftime show last Sunday. What have we become .... but then, I guess, that's what our parents mused of us.
Jones was 67 years old when he wrote this. He was born in 1897 and had seen ordinary life before there were cars, and to a large extent even electricity. It’s easy for us, born after teenagers had become consumers, to wonder what’s up with his “get off my lawn” act, but because of markets responding to consumers, kids were very much all over everyone’s lawns by 1964. I actually love how he, like everyone else his age, had assumed drafting Elvis was the end of it.
Could there be a higher compliment, no matter how much intended otherwise, than being compared to Moe Howard? And credit where credit is due — everyone else was crediting the Beatles with coming up with the haricut!
And the ending — whoa. He’s giving Sullivan credit for nothing more than being diverting — an inoffensive waste of time.
I don’t agree with anything he said besides crediting Moe with the hair, but I’m glad he wrote this. Cranky old people need representation, too. And I’m not just saying that because I’m
It was nice to Phil Collins on the drum kit again. I caught the farewell Genesis tour a few months back and he sang well but took the stage with a cane. His son, however, is an amazing drummer who handled everything admirably and singlehandedly, stuff Phil used to do paired with Bill Bruford or Chester Thompson.