In the ’60s, the faders were pushed up, everything to the max and we could hear all of it…
We started off with mono, ended up with 16 tracks. And by time the decade ended there was so much going on and you were aware of all of it. Of course, there was a generation gap, our parents were the last generation that got old.
Boomers today wear jeans and run marathons and are teenagers until they pass. Unlike their forefathers who were shell-shocked by the Depression and two wars and were risk averse.
The ’60s were all about testing limits, intellectually and emotionally. Sure, drugs were part of the equation, but they were billed as a way to expand your mind. We were in it together, developing together, and we knew it all.
In the ’70s we licked our wounds.
In the ’80s we had a monoculture, dictated by MTV.
There was more going on, but you didn’t hear about it.
Then in the nineties it all started to fracture – where today nothing is truly popular – nothing is known by everybody. Everybody’s got different facts and resides in a different bubble, but not in the 1960s.
In the ’50s…the underground was truly underground.
But it surfaced in the ’60s – the Beat poets – never mind Bob Dylan and the folk scene and then the Beatles.
We wanted more, we wanted it all.
America was the land of possibilities, and our generation spearheaded it. We’d brooked no crisis until the advent of the Vietnam War. Of course your view was different if you were a minority, but this was also the decade where others were exposed to the plight of minorities. And sure, there were some who didn’t like it.
And Nixon rounded them all up and emerged in victory, but we stood up to them, these were turbulent times.
But the transitions!
Like your hair… Crew cut and then after the Beatles, long.
Hats flew by the wayside with Kennedy’s inauguration.
Ties faded, bell bottoms arrived, along with paisley…your clothes were a statement…you were either with us or against us. And you’d be surprised how many found it difficult to change, they grew their hair out in the ’70s, bought Rolling Stones’ albums in the ’80s.
People were frightened, they needed their feet firmly planted, whereas everybody else was hopping from stone to stone, not believing it was even possible to slip and fall into the water.
Although the tide started to turn on the coast in the early ’60s, the pace was slower elsewhere. At first we believed in our country, were excited by the space program, by the possibilities. Then the Beatles swept us off our feet and they didn’t play by the rules. Lennon said the taboo, that the band was bigger than Jesus – and they were – the back to God movement didn’t really start until the ’70s.
It wasn’t like the internet.
There was no brittle break, no great leap forward, but an evolution. You were here, then you found yourself there. And it was surprising what you would not leave behind, like sports.
Which were also different in the ’60s.
The games may have been the same, but that was all. The stadiums were not branded by sponsors. There weren’t that many teams. The NFL grew into a monolith over the decade, its pinnacle being Super Bowl III, with Namath’s victory, but the truth is, baseball ruled. And it still rules for many boomers. Continue reading