We also had great music (it might not have actually been organic, but it was, and still is, the greatest) and real sports stars whose life size pictures they put in the newspaper and we used them to adorn our bedroom walls.
I can close my eyes and and see the 1968 Detroit Tigers smiling down on me in black and white.
The aches and pains of getting older are not, as my dad used to say, for the faint of heart. But I’m glad to have been alive when the world was still young.
Thanks, Eric. I always say we had the best music. Of course, that's biased, and my parents felt the same way about their music and thought our music wasn't even music. Still, I notice that, even today, the late sixties and seventies get more play time than most old music. I have a hard time imagining hip hop with its mind-numbing repetition and nasal lite boyish/girlish voices gets the same airplay in twenty years.
It’s almost comical. Our youngest was born in 1991. He’s got nothing on his 200 song playlist in his workshop that was recorded after 2000. And most of it is pre 1990. With a hefty dose of 70s and 80s country music.
Nice. I’ve always found it interesting, for a long time, like 2+ decades, that you or I (taking liberties with you lol) would not have been caught dead listening to the music our parents grew up with…and yet our kids were listening to the music we grew up with when they were kids and are still listening to it today.
I suppose some of that can be attributed to distribution and availability. And also that so many of the artists from the 60s, 70s and 80s continued to perform and produce for decades after they first gained popularity.
Definitely an interesting cultural subject. Have you ever read any of Dave McGowan’s work? His series and then the book he wrote on Laurel Canyon will forever change the way you think about your favorite band. So you don’t want to read it if that is the case. But if you are interested I’ll send you the link.
Oh. And BTW. I knew Glenn Frey. He grew up in Royal oak MI and we went to the same high school. He was a few years ahead of me but I was friends with his brother and his early band was called the Subterraneans and they used to practice in their basement and occasionally we would be at their house when they were playing. That band was comprised of kids who were all from Dondero High School in Royal Oak and they played local gigs. Then they changed the name to the Four of Us. Got a different drummer. Met Bob Seger. And the rest is history. I didn’t really know him as a friend or anything. But definitely got to hang out and listen to him play in the basement when we were in Jr High.
My former friend, his brother Al Frey, has done some interviews on YT about growing up with Glenn and their sister Taylor was the Eagles road manager for many years.
What? You're going to destroy The Eagles for me? Is nothing sacred? Just kidding. The only reason I'll take a pass on the book, though I'm sure it is interesting, is that I am constantly playing triage with my reading as it is just of find the time to read everything I need to for The Daily Doom.
Interesting story. Sounds fun to reflect on those times of listening to Frey's primordial band in the subterranean basement.
Haha. Actually the Eagles are likely one of the very few bands of that era that actually were organic. Started out as a bunch of HS friends, none of whom made the final cut. But all of whom certainly played a role.
Now if you are a Doors fan, or CSN, well that’s a whole other story. But with the Eagles, no story. So we are good there.
Wistful my friend. Lovely too.
If I could add:
We also had great music (it might not have actually been organic, but it was, and still is, the greatest) and real sports stars whose life size pictures they put in the newspaper and we used them to adorn our bedroom walls.
I can close my eyes and and see the 1968 Detroit Tigers smiling down on me in black and white.
The aches and pains of getting older are not, as my dad used to say, for the faint of heart. But I’m glad to have been alive when the world was still young.
Thanks, Eric. I always say we had the best music. Of course, that's biased, and my parents felt the same way about their music and thought our music wasn't even music. Still, I notice that, even today, the late sixties and seventies get more play time than most old music. I have a hard time imagining hip hop with its mind-numbing repetition and nasal lite boyish/girlish voices gets the same airplay in twenty years.
Oh yeah. Our boys are 39 and 34. And they (and their friends) listen mostly to 70s and 80s rock, with some 90s creeping in every now and then.
Our oldest’s favorite band? CSN. Our youngest? Counting Crows.
It’s almost comical. Our youngest was born in 1991. He’s got nothing on his 200 song playlist in his workshop that was recorded after 2000. And most of it is pre 1990. With a hefty dose of 70s and 80s country music.
Similar to my wife's son--same age as yours and his favorite band is AC/DC.
For me and her, its many, but especially The Eagles and CCR.
Nice. I’ve always found it interesting, for a long time, like 2+ decades, that you or I (taking liberties with you lol) would not have been caught dead listening to the music our parents grew up with…and yet our kids were listening to the music we grew up with when they were kids and are still listening to it today.
I suppose some of that can be attributed to distribution and availability. And also that so many of the artists from the 60s, 70s and 80s continued to perform and produce for decades after they first gained popularity.
Definitely an interesting cultural subject. Have you ever read any of Dave McGowan’s work? His series and then the book he wrote on Laurel Canyon will forever change the way you think about your favorite band. So you don’t want to read it if that is the case. But if you are interested I’ll send you the link.
Oh. And BTW. I knew Glenn Frey. He grew up in Royal oak MI and we went to the same high school. He was a few years ahead of me but I was friends with his brother and his early band was called the Subterraneans and they used to practice in their basement and occasionally we would be at their house when they were playing. That band was comprised of kids who were all from Dondero High School in Royal Oak and they played local gigs. Then they changed the name to the Four of Us. Got a different drummer. Met Bob Seger. And the rest is history. I didn’t really know him as a friend or anything. But definitely got to hang out and listen to him play in the basement when we were in Jr High.
My former friend, his brother Al Frey, has done some interviews on YT about growing up with Glenn and their sister Taylor was the Eagles road manager for many years.
Like so many he died way too young.
What? You're going to destroy The Eagles for me? Is nothing sacred? Just kidding. The only reason I'll take a pass on the book, though I'm sure it is interesting, is that I am constantly playing triage with my reading as it is just of find the time to read everything I need to for The Daily Doom.
Interesting story. Sounds fun to reflect on those times of listening to Frey's primordial band in the subterranean basement.
Haha. Actually the Eagles are likely one of the very few bands of that era that actually were organic. Started out as a bunch of HS friends, none of whom made the final cut. But all of whom certainly played a role.
Now if you are a Doors fan, or CSN, well that’s a whole other story. But with the Eagles, no story. So we are good there.
Well Done 🍀🇺🇸🩷✔️
Thank you.