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Big Tone
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I agree that the best has happened. If I had a time to be young and ‘happening’ it would be the 60s. You had great music, a less violent society and free love where the worst VD you could get was curable with a course of antibiotics so long as you didn’t let it fester. Back then, if you hated your job you could tell your boss to stick it where the sun don’t shine and walk straight into another one tomorrow. Life was uncomplicated.
Unfortunately, I just missed out on it, being a 1958 babe. But I do have fantastic memories such as the music from the 60s and 70s and fields filled with trees and family members who were alive. It’s a fact of life that there’s not much to look forward to as we grow old bones. I have gone over the ‘bell curve’ and now I’m hurtling towards ever-increasing heartache with nothing to look forward to except hope for a quick death.
Apart from all that though, I’m really happy. Going to play Big Yellow Taxi now; the first song about the demise of our small world being concreted over...
I agree that the best has happened. If I had a time to be young and ‘happening’ it would be the 60s. You had great music, a less violent society and free love where the worst VD you could get was curable with a course of antibiotics so long as you didn’t let it fester. Back then, if you hated your job you could tell your boss to stick it where the sun don’t shine and walk straight into another one tomorrow. Life was uncomplicated.
Unfortunately, I just missed out on it, being a 1958 babe. But I do have fantastic memories such as the music from the 60s and 70s and fields filled with trees and family members who were alive. It’s a fact of life that there’s not much to look forward to as we grow old bones. I have gone over the ‘bell curve’ and now I’m hurtling towards ever-increasing heartache with nothing to look forward to except hope for a quick death.
Apart from all that though, I’m really happy. Going to play Big Yellow Taxi now; the first song about the demise of our small world being concreted over...