Like all card-carrying children of the 60’s (class of 66) music shaped the very fabric of my life. Among the lessons the clear and consistent messages taught me were:
That we were smarter and more moral than our parents.
That romantic love was the only love that mattered.
That we all had the same rights but no one had responsibilities.
That whoever the establishment was, they were the enemy.
Most of all the music assured us that we were going take over the world and usher in a Xanadu of eternal peace and free love.
As reality began inexorably ripping to shreds each and every one of our illusions we still had our music.
Even if our parents weren’t as dumb or amoral as we thought, our music assured us that we were truly brilliant.
Even if marital faithfulness killed romance, our music told us that we could still find our true love if we kept looking.
Even as our lack of responsibility trashed careers and relationships, our music assured us that it was OK to be forever young.
And though we never did pin down who the establishment enemy was, our music assured us that THEY were still out there.
Somewhere along the way though, as the revolution kept being postponed, I lost hold on the dream – and my music changed. Where was I thrived on the Stone’s rebellion, the Beatles’ attacks on convention, and Dylan’s prophecies of revolution filled my memory banks, I find my self more and more drawn to music like Bobby Vinton’s sad and lonely “Blue” songs
As I approached 60 I began to wrestle with the question “why am I so blue”?
Self help books, alternate religions, and modern psychiatry all agreed on only one thing – that there was no need at all to ever be blue.
Strangely enough, I finally think I’ve found the answer in a 50’s cartoon. Walt Kelly’s Possum, Pogo once said, “We has met the enemy and he is us”. I’m discovering that my parents’ strong Christian faith with its emphasis on the idea of original sin explains my world a lot more accurately than my sixties music.
I’m not sure where this is leading, but I think I’m finally headed in the right direction – and here’s the good news. Contemporary Christian music sounds so much like the sixties that I don’t have to grow up musically as I try to grow up spiritually!
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