I've never been arrested and I have no criminal record. That's as far as I'm willing to go to answer that question.

Age is just a number and remember the immortal words of Indiana Jones, "Its not the years, its the mileage!"

XRS-- I love ultimate, and frisbee golf, love them!!! I love real golf better though...

Oh my God, you said Boones Farm!! Blast from the past!!

I have since graduated to the occasional box wine.

Okay, you're a Tiger, not an Eeyore today . . . had me worried.

I expect to retire into Frisbee golf. The equipment costs less than regular golf.

There's a sure-fire way to tell who's a "Boomer" and who's a "Gen X".

If you're a "Boomer" you should be able to identify the following object;

If you're a "Gen X" you should be scratching your head right about now.

Good.

When you're done with that you can tell me who this is...

Hey now...I was born in 1970 and I'll betcha 45 bux I know what it is...
xoxoxo

To Phantom:

That first thingy was for, mainly, my Mom's 45's. The only 45's I had were a few of the Beatles firsts, like She Loves You, and I Wanna Hold Your Hand.

The second was Ed Sullivan's side-kick? Topo Gigio

Was just a little tike then. BTW, my childhood was like a fairy tale. But not according to my mother.

I was in the sixth grade in 1970.

Aww, that's precious... But from what you wrote today, I gather you're a fine specimen X-Ray at least in some shape or form or way...
Please stop me from rhyming...

xoxox

My childhood was like a horror show. But not according to my mother.

And I'll never understand WTF Topo Gigio was all about....

Pet Rocks.

You're not even trying.

How about this;


Do you remember getting Cigarettes for Christmas?
That my friends is how you know you're old.

Lolololol, had an Italian roomate from Sly Stalone's neighborhood in Phla. that turned me on to canolis and box wine back in the day. My former abuse of life's pleasures have caused me to remain sober for over 15 years now, although at times, my attitude is not to be considered as sobriety. I can gag thinking about over abuses of whiskey or cheap wine. I forgot to mention Springsteen which was sort of this musical spiritual connection that really mattered to me throughout the years. Frequent roadtrips to the Stone Pony in Asbury Park were made in addition to some other connections made years later. Jackson Brown was cool too, the whole "No Nukes" Tour days, now that was activism. I even saw Patti Smith one day in an Erie encounter

Who the hell is Phantom? I thought he died in a tragic gym shoe accident? Maybe it's me.

No disco here!

I was thinking to myself...from what I recall of the 70's...gawd I was in such good shape from all that dancing to punk rock @ CBGB's UMFUG and jogging work instead of walking when I was running late! Then the 80's came along and everything went downhill, LOL

Now, I just drink a nice glass of wine with the pasta. Haven't smoked pot in 20 years, or any of the other stuff. No time for it now.

People on this board really know their rock-n-roll history. Think it is worth mentioning the counter-culture revolution to the age disco through punk. That revoluntion was part of a cultural thing too I think. Or Reagan brain eltist thinking that the world is great if everyone could just isolate themselves from negativity. History of the band X is really interesting. There is one documentary on their contributions to music. I understand that they were all trained in classical music to revolt against the system through punk:



X- I must not think bad thoughts


the facts we hate well never meet walking down the road everybody yelling "hurry up, hurry up!" but im waiting for you i must go slow i must not think bad thoughts when is this world coming too both sides are right but both sides murdered i give up why cant they i must not think bad thoughts the civil wars and the uncivilized wars conflagrations leap out of every poor furnace the food cooks poorly and everyone goes hungry from then on its dog eat dog dog eat body & body eat dog i cant go down there i cant understand it im a no good coward & an american too a north american that is not a south of a central or a native american oh i must not think bad thoughts im guilty of murder of innocent men innocent women innocent children thousands of them my planes my guns my money my soul my blood on my hands its all my fault i must not think bad thoughts i must not think bad thoughtsthe facts we hate youll never hear us i hear the radio its finally gonna play new music you know the british invasion but what about the minutemen fleasheaters doa big boys and the black flag were the last american bands to get played on the radio please bring the flag? please bring the flag! glitter-disco-synthesizer night school all the noble savage drum drum drum astronauts go back in time to hang out with the cave people its about time its about space its about some people in the strangest places woody guthrie sang about b-e-e-t-s not b-e-a-t-s i must not think bad thoughts i must not think bad thoughts the facts we hate...

Some things hold true today. Worth doing a search of "I must not think bad thoughts" if you were to ask me.

And I've still got those shoes. For some reason every time I try to up the bid on E-Bay all the buyers disapear.

Phantom who?

Perhaps it's just me, but for so many years it was THE age that represented inappropriate age differences between a cute young girl and a much older man. This is as in, "My God, he must be 50." And, as if everyone didn't already have a clue where my head is often at (besides THERE) it's entering the age bracket where one actually can find themselves caught leering after a young girl who actually COULD be the age of a grandchild. A leering 45 year old is in a mid-life crisis and denial - sad, really. A leering 50+ is a "dirty old man" and repugnant, unless, of course, they are fantastically wealthy. I am not.

The "senior discounts" loom, the AARP solicitations have already been coming thick and fast. It's when the health insurance companies start covering colonoscopies without question because they become part of the routine, and you have about half an hour before the networks, major music labels and ALMOST every advertiser in the country officially doesn't give a shit WHAT you think or prefer, unless they're selling "Ensure." Many of the products made for you have the term "Silver" somewhere in the labeling, and it's YOUR Oldsmobile that they're no longer making. I don't know about your house, but I can't experience a bout of heartburn without my wife looking at me sideways - trying not to be obvious, checking to see if I'm grasping my left arm or looking a little clammy.

By 50 you've had at least a couple of friends and acquaintances die at something close to your age, and of something other than a horrible accident or an obscure, rapidly-developing disease. People who were superstars of your youth die, and you realize very few who are younger than you have any clue who they're talking about.

You're still on the roller coaster ride, but you can definitely see the covered area where you'll be compelled to disembark not too far ahead, and where others are hopping aboard with no clue how fast the ride goes.

I keep waiting for the calm sense of acceptance that 70 year olds I know say they enjoy to kick in, because right now I'm just sort of vaguely pissed off.

But maybe all that's just me.

But clearly far more often than not.

I promise to read all that when I get a chance.





Nice flattery...just keep it comin'

If it makes you feel any better, I got a senior discount at a local grocery store without asking for it. I'm only 50.

On the brighter side, the cashier was all of 19 years old so I would imagine to her I looked ancient, especially with the cane.

I likey!!! Doctor Who!!! (not only the show, but the new name!)

See me... feel me... touch me...


Yeah, I saw "Tommy" in the theater when I was 8 years old

I want to get the song stuck in your head...



Did it work?

You and I are kindred spirits Eggy.

I know I will eventually come to like you but right now you're a BYOTCH. (just kidding).

Bloody ear worms Arrrrgh!

Damn now I really feel old.

Ya think?
Oops....

good video.

Put thats' not what punk was about at all..it wasn't denial. It was a reaction to the hypocisy

Marshall, Will and Holly...on a routine expedition...



xoxox

While Punk was more a Euro thang in the beginning,,as Punk made it across the pond we did our own dot connecting, too.

but We lost the battle..disco and cocaine won. How else can I rationalize the election of Ronny Rayguns?

I like that, reaction to the hypocrisy. I still will go with counter-culture reactions though like Guthrie's This Land is your land as opposed to America the Beautiful.

The music has a long history of rage against the machine which is subtle and not so subtle at times. It's a tradition carried by Joan Baez, Neil Young and Springsteen. When talking about hypocracy, Keep on Rockin in the Free World really nailed Bush 41.

I guess I see disco as establishment acceptable behavior without really exploring cocaine epidemics and sex. There is alot of music in the sort of Brer Fox mode that gets over on "the man" if you are hip to the lyrics.

So like, if the establishment is attacked by revealing hypocracy it is still counter-establishment or culture criticism to me, in Libertarian fashion too.

"A little dab 'll do ya" OMG!!!!

You could be my little brother I'll be crashing into 54 in December!

You can use the Guthrie thang as as refernence point, but it makea no sense really because nobody I knew was aware of what came before.res music music..it was organic..Guthie may have existed in the "collectice conscious" but really your digging to deep, dude. If it had been rooted on WG, there might have been a movement. Instead..in hindsight, it turned out to be a happening that was co-opted. After all WG was already labeled as s Communist, eh and we grew up hating Communists ( I don't believe WG was a communist now, but back then that was the propaganda)

I guess what I wanna say is that it was really weird back then..the wave came across the pond and it went nowhere. Anybody connecting the dots was dismissed as a whackadoodle..political correctness swept overt the land and the MIC began to control the news BIG TIME and TV programming began to suck more and more...every year...

Ooohhh and remember this song?

http://daveraleigh1.vox.com/library/posts/...usic+wednesday/

Dancing in the Moonlight by King Harvest? Go listen...I dare you!!!

Oh, if it was disingenuous flattery the insults wouldn't cut so deeply.

....and OTHER great love songs?
Oh, the years wasted on Sinatra! Wasted, I tell you!

Chalk me up as a card-carrying member of the Class of '79 Disco Sucks crowd --- with one exception, Philly's own...

hehe. I was born in 1947, but I didn't have a clue what it was until you wrote "45".

The problem with being old is life makes too many associations and it takes too long to sift through them all. That blank look you see in some older folks when you ask them a question should be accompanied with the sign "Processing ...this could take several minutes; please be patient".