SIMP'S problem when it comes to imagining my reaction to something like that is that he thinks I have the same emotional make-up that he does, you know, like a seventh-grader. A very young seventh-grader. I don't much care if someone intones John Lennon's "Imagine" as long as I don't have to hear the insipid drone.
Listening to Down Memory Lane on Maine Public Radio this afternoon, things really took a steep fall around 1965. I had to turn it off once Toby got there. Before then it was more likely you'd get at least some R&B most weeks.
Ah Sparky -- you still haven't grasped that being an adult and an old fogey (which is what you've been most of your life) are two different things.
ReplyDeleteFun to see you believe that dirge from 1971 by a man who would be in his mid-80s is au courant with the young uns. Proving my point. Artie Shaw's stuff is daring by comparison.
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