an amorous party at a farm

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Courtesy of freakytigger and indeed FreakyTrigger, apparently we have all resolved our generational difficulties and become one big happy Radio Two family since 1966. Blimes.

Arbitrary Woodstock reference WTF

Of course you can't have an innaccurate and limited poll carried out without poptimists getting involved, with our great experience in POLL SCIENCE and superior democratic methods. Err. Anyway, I'm clearly not the best mod for this task but away we go.


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It would be more thorough but I appear to be experiencing mild 'stealing wireless fail' so thought I'd just shove it out here quick.

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Grandpa speaks

[koganbot]

OK, er [wheez], everyone gone home? What hour is this? AM or PM? [cough] Well, say, when I was a wee'un, [hacking cough]....

Sorry, oh yes, um, generation gap! Hah! You want to talk about generation gap! I'll tell ya, in my day, we had generation gaps, subgeneration gaps, prenatal generation gaps, postcoital generation gaps, and every other kind of gap as well, I tell you...

Well, let's start with 1963. In 1963, oh, there was... oh, "Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh," "Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport," "Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer," "The End Of The World," "I Love You Because," "I Will Follow Him," "My Boyfriend's Back," "It's My Party"... songs that had almost nothing in common except one thing [gazes into the air]... got bored with pop in '63, I'll say, stopped listening, became a folkie at age 9, got scared and stayed a folkie, I'll tell you, winkling and ripping my van right up to 1966 when... I was saying, about those songs from 1963, those "Surf City"s and those "Mecca"'s. They had zilch and nada in common except for one thing: absolutely nothing remotely like them made it onto the Top 40 in 1966. Other than an anomalous Sinatra and a WTF Lorne Greene, there was nothing. The past was cinders. Talk about gaps, this was a chasm, an abyss, a schism, a gulf. Past was gone, a world of fear ahead.

In 1966 there was no Elvis.
In 1966 there were no Shangri-Las.
In 1966 there were no Shirelles.
In 1966 there was no Nat King Cole.
In 1966 there was hate, like this: