LizzieMaine
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Somewhere around the late sixties, rebelliousness became a product, a commodity to be merchandised, either for dollars or for political capital, which in turn led to dollars. Those who thought they were sticking it to the man were in fact being stuck *by* the man. The man just grew his hair out, put on a pair of raggedy jeans, lit up a joint -- and laughed all the way to the bank. And he's still laughing, more now than ever.
The role of music in all this is interesting. I had essentially no exposure to rock-type music growing up -- it wasn't part of our culture in the neighborhood where I lived, none of my friends paid any attention to it (being too preoccupied with baseball to care), and we never had any of it in the house. So any of the attitudes and beliefs promoted by it passed me right by -- when we'd see a rock act on Ed Sullivan or whatever we'd sit there dumbfounded or turn the channel until it was over. I've said before that "The Sixties" never happened in my town, and I think this is a big part of the reason why.
We also didn't have anyone in our family or our neighborhood involved in Vietnam. My father just missed -- he did his hitch in the early sixties, and was out by the time of the escalation. So for us, it was simply something you saw on television, something happening somewhere far away, and no more relevant to our lives than the weather forecast for Borneo. We knew about it, but were completely detached from it. We stood up when the flag went by, we went to church (Methodist or Congregationalist, your choice), we respected authority and were taught to respect authority, we were convinced that some crazy Communist in Texas killed JFK and that some lunatic foreigner killed Bobby, and it never would have occured to us to think otherwise. We never experienced "The Sixties."
The role of music in all this is interesting. I had essentially no exposure to rock-type music growing up -- it wasn't part of our culture in the neighborhood where I lived, none of my friends paid any attention to it (being too preoccupied with baseball to care), and we never had any of it in the house. So any of the attitudes and beliefs promoted by it passed me right by -- when we'd see a rock act on Ed Sullivan or whatever we'd sit there dumbfounded or turn the channel until it was over. I've said before that "The Sixties" never happened in my town, and I think this is a big part of the reason why.
We also didn't have anyone in our family or our neighborhood involved in Vietnam. My father just missed -- he did his hitch in the early sixties, and was out by the time of the escalation. So for us, it was simply something you saw on television, something happening somewhere far away, and no more relevant to our lives than the weather forecast for Borneo. We knew about it, but were completely detached from it. We stood up when the flag went by, we went to church (Methodist or Congregationalist, your choice), we respected authority and were taught to respect authority, we were convinced that some crazy Communist in Texas killed JFK and that some lunatic foreigner killed Bobby, and it never would have occured to us to think otherwise. We never experienced "The Sixties."
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