It’s weird to have parents that think they’re cool. I mean,
like, really cool. Because they hung
out with real deal hippies or saw Hendrix or bought a Dylan record before
Vietnam or snuck in a peace march before voting before getting a perm and voting
for Reagan. It was a short-lived thing. I think most of the so-called “cool”
parents were well out of interesting before Ziggy Stardust, let alone before
The Clash.
Thus, I can’t really describe the “boogeying down” that’s
happening in my mother’s living room right now because its kind of upsetting.
I really think the real generation gap comes down to a question of exactly
when you think Eric Clapton started to suck or alternately whether you think Eric
Clapton always sort of sucked.
Update: my stepfather wants to know if I’ve ever heard of
the Alan Parsons Project.
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