Different perspectives, Book. For a young adult in college, or entering the Vietnam war, aye, it was about politics. But for a kid who still rode her bicycle around town, her hair in a ponytail, wearing flipflops and not yet in a training bra, it was the music.
Those of us who were at the end of the baby boomer generation are still called "boomers", but we weren't at the colleges, protesting, we weren't dying in Southeast Asia. We didn't grow up to become corporate executives, or disenchanted minstrels. Some of us protested what our government was doing in the War, then realized we still loved our country and served.
We aren't Generation X'ers, so we don't have the gothic background with tatoos and piercings, and it's not really ok if we don't care.
But we remember the music. We remember being outraged when James Taylor married Carly Simon, when he belonged with Carole King. We remember Joan Baez turning her back on Bobby for going electric, then taking him back into her heart. We teethed to "Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini," then necked to Led Zepplin IV. We have crooned with Joni, laughed with Arlo, wept with Don McClean, rocked with the Dead and Black Sabbath, and Mick Jagger always had big lips.
We don't really identify with Kumbaya, but we can sing it with the best of them. And we still feel like singing. Sometimes, it is just about the music.
AnnieLee
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