I'm with Old on this one, I thought the Beatles were the ruination of Rock and Roll after their first six songs (or was it eight) so I quit listening to R&R in general and went country. I would drive my friends crazy when a Beatles song came on the radio and I would change the station, often to the only country station in our area. I also knew where every barn and square dance hall withint 60 miles of my home was.seamusTX wrote:Can you clarify that? Did you think the Beatles' music stank, or the objections to it?Oldgringo wrote:I remember the Beatles on Ed Sullivan and remarking there goes our music - or something like that. It stunk then and it stinks now.
I liked the Beatles. Toward the end, they became somewhat noisy and lazy, IMHO. (I'm thinking of songs like "Revolution #9.")
This issue of the younger generation's degenerate music has been around forever. Google Stravinsky's "Rite of Spring," particularly the parts about riots breaking out in theaters.Nothing like the rate now, but marijuana, heroin, and cocaine have been around for hundreds of years. In the 1950s, in the U.S., they were confined mostly to blacks, Mexicans, and beatniks. There was also a methamphetamine drug culture mainly involving biker gangs.There weren't widespread drugs in the '50's - were there?
- Jim
I was just short of eighteen when the Beatles came to fame and hanging out in a little known town in upstate NY, called Woodstock, where you could get expresso and chat, as an equal, with Bob Dylan at the Cafe Parisian. The only problem was I had no idea who Dylan was.
Pot was available, as were other drugs, and I can remember some of my high school classmates trying pipes or infusions of various plants that grew wild nearby. All of them tasted wierd to me, including pot, so I never tried them again, but I sure liked the taste of beer. The most popular illicit things going on were underage drinking and going to the submarine races. There was a lot of teen pregnancy, it was just not talked about so openly, and usually either the guy "did the right thing" or the girl "went to live with relatives" until the crisi passed.
When I met my first wife, I set country on the back burner while I developed a taste for Bach, as she was a classically trained pianist, but she accompanied me to Charlie Pride and Loretta Lynn concerts, as well as to see Reed Northrup and his New Arkansas Travellers.
I think the BIG generation gap is more a product of each generation's desire to separate themselves from the previous ones' values, and that their "non-conformity" ends up being a new conformity. I was a non-conformist from the word go, I dressed different from my peers, and did some different things. When other kids were standing in line to sign up for Auto Shop, I was trying to get the school to let me sign up for Home Economics, and I still enjoy cooking and sewing. I worked on cars, I hunted, went to sock hops, did the twist and limbo (and won contests at it) but I also read poetry and science fiction, which pretty much branded me as an outcast. I joined the volunteer fire department the week after I turned eighteen, was a first aid and water safety instructor before then, rode ambulance and even performed my first emergency childbirth delivery before I turned nineteen. I was different from my "different" friends, and from my parents, but my grandfather understood me.
I get a kick, now, of being in contact with old acquaintances, and finding out just how much they have become like me, but I'm still not interested in drugs or the Beatles and only in the last fifteen years, since the passing of my first wife, have I learned that Stevie Nicks is a girl.