The BoomBoom Generation:
Does anyone remember the music?
We are easily defined by the music we listened to on our transistor radios and stereos. We bought records by Aretha, Marvin Gaye, Credence, Four Tops, Temptations, Animals, Airplane, Beach Boys, Beatles, Dylan, Donovan, Doors, Stones, Who, Jimmy Hendrix, the Dead, Pete Seeger, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, and Peter Paul and Mary and the Four Seasons. We loved the Eagles, Elvis, BeeGees, Boston, Queen and Don McLean.
We lived through the Summer of Love and wore flowers in our hair and puka shells around our necks. We imagined we were ‘born to be wild’ and “Appointment TV” was watching American Bandstand every day after school. What did, “I would give it a 10, but I can’t dance to it” really mean?
Dick Clark was the man who brought heart throbs like Paul Anka, Bobby Darin, Fabian, Jim Croce, The Byrds to us. Chubby Checker twisted, Diana Ross grooved, Patsy Cline, the Four Tops all appeared in our living rooms.
The languid 1950’s ushered in the advent of national television, while Holiday Inns and McDonalds were mushrooming up nation wide. We were learning about Cuba, Castro, Sputnik, the H-Bomb, Elvis, and something magic called, “The Pill.”
The 1960’s were another story.
“Without music, life would be an error.”