Color me amazed you've even heard of Jello. That said, I can't fathom you ever listening to Dead Kennedys.
Were it not for my 45s being among the few remaining things still in CT, I'd post a picture of "California Uber Alles," including the lyric sheet. Alas, it is not the original issue with a later-omiited co-credit for the inner sleeve artwork.
"Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables" was sold probably a dozen years ago to a Feldenkrais practitioner/musician I met at the Westport Library book sale, where he was buying vinyl to set up a records section in his partner's bookstore in South Philadelphia, which he described as having a burgeoning hipster Williamsburg vibe.
You've seriously never heard of Dwight Freeney, Devin Hester, Andre Johnson, Julius Peppers, or Patrick Willis ???
IKR?
I recognized that moment of the broadcast as my perfect moment to claim, "I have watched so little football for so many years that ai has no idea who any of the HoF Inductees were."
At roughly the same I started going to UConn basketball games with my dad, began collecting baseball cards, and spent Sunday afternoons watching Giant games while bathed in my father's second-hand cigar smoke.
I can remember the names of the classic 60s Giants players who seemed to always come up short against the Packers.
I collected AFL football cards to show some independence - Elbert Dubenian, Frank Tripuka, Gino Capilletti, Charlie Hennigan anybody? Did I misspell all of them? I rooted for Len Dawson and the Chiefs when they got beaten in Super Bowl I; took pleasure when Joe Namath beat the Colts 2 years later; and kept my eyes always on the Giants, even as I found better things to do with Sunday afternoons.
I semi-cherish my set of Super Bowl XXI high ball glasses, and loved seeing Phil Simms anchoring the left-hand side of the TV screen with the row of analysts, half of whom I recognized. I think it was Boomer on the right;I think of him as a 'younger' guy. I'm equally happy about Phil's second ring and Eli's pair too. But mostly, I'm just bragging ng about how ignorant I am. I know other stuff, and I'm okay with that. Did I already say that yesterday was the only start-to-finish game I watched all season? Ravens-Chiefs was on in the background at my granddaughter's 2nd birthday party. I saw Detroit build a strong lead, and later read that the 49ers were in the Super Bowl.
I've hosted Stupor Bore parties for friends who cared little about the games but brought good food and a critical eye to the commercials. I been to some great Conference Championship parties at my sister's house, and a few really nice gatherings with my good buddy and his Weston Volunteer Firefighter colleagues in their then new building.
That’s not true at all. All the pop stuff I am familiar with and like is what I heard in high school and college. My DJ for my wedding, credit to him, asked my fiancé and I when we graduated from high school to help with music selection; he said he goes 5 years prior and beyond said year. So basically what came out when someone was 13 to 23.
With no intention to make you wrong, I respectfully offer my thought that you've more confirmed than contradicted what
@HuskyHawk wrote. You just expressed yourselves similarly with non-meaningful differences.
My 5± takes me from 66-76, which overlaps with my peak years for being able to spend largest-ever amounts of leisure time listening to music with my friends. That's the foundation of the DJ's thesis, a phenomenon noted elsewhere with some variations.
I could argue that I got a few bonus years at either end because I was 10 years old, and newly awakened after JFK's assassination when AM Top 40 singles radio got hit by the sea change wave of The Beatles and the British Invasion 60 years ago, and then after college I worked first in a music store and then for a (mostly jazz) record company when punk rock and other attempts to overthrow the bloat of corporatized entertainment product signaled the onset of a permanent subculture of independently-created, alternatively-marketed music in every genre that continues to this day, even if it has never held any economic dominance.
Plus, I've stayed interested in and open to lots of kinds of music, from many points in history, across my lifespan.
This weekend's total highlight was hearing a live performance of Mendelssohn's 4th Symphony ("The Italian") for the first ever, after loving it since the mid-70s. It was thrillingly performed by the Louisville Orchestra, as a free community-outreach concert in a brightly-lit gym on the largest KY St Vincent DePaul campus where free meals and veterans' housing and a food pantry and counseling and other social services are dispensed.
