Likewise, I missed out on Punk, being at the age where Brotherhood of Man's 'Kisses for Me' was the acme of musical cool. I didn't see the Sex Pistols at Manchester Free Trade Hall, I didn't start my own fanzine, and the nearest I got to sniffing glue was an Airfix kit.
All in all I missed out: the Smiths did provide some compensation, but the ghastly Duran Duran and assorted permed hair guitar soloists more or less ruined everything.
Of course every decade is essentially shite. As far as I can see most people in the 1960's dug coal out of the ground for a living, holidayed in Skegness, and wore nylon shirts. The food was inedible, the cars were crap, and small boys were forced to wear NHS specs and Startrite shoes. The 1960's sucked, big time.
Here's Grace Slick, who used to be a cracking bird before she got fat and old, giving her view of 1966.
The other bad thing about 1966 was England winning the World Cup, an achievement they haven't had the good grace to shut up about since.
I suppose this was OK.
Not much else was.
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So you're the one who pinched my Revolver album.
'drop acid'..I used to synthesise the stuff in the lab.
But - yes, most of it was crap.
Who needs Stolly when you can synthesise LSD?
Hey, isn't that the year Perry Como released his "Perry Como in Italy" LP?
It may also have been the year that the great Val Doonican wowed the world with 'Paddy Maginty's Donkey', but I'm not sure.
I think Canadians had finally learned how to speak in sentences by 1966.
I wasn't even a twinkle in my father's eye in 1966.
...please tell me I'm not the oldest one here.
*pops '13th Floor Elevators' on the turntable and lights up the Nag Champa*
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No doubt all was twinkly by 1967
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You are the venerable elder. We bow before thee oh ancient one.
Pfft, nothing was twinkly until 1969 - I wasn't born until halfway thru 1970, you know. The 60s are a mystery to me - full of psychedelic, acid-dropping, tuned-out, long-haired, hygiene-deficient hippie freaks. Not that the 70s were all that much better.
And I loved Duran Duran...
Arrrrgh! A Duranie.
the sixties were awesome. where i lived they lasted all the way up until about '73. yeah, it was all macrame and free love, baby. *does Pony*
Grace Slick is, and has always been, gorgeous. Go ask Alice.
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