This reminds me of why my wife and I find relationships with great age differences so hard to understand. We are in our 60's and if I say " let's get Mikey, he'll eat anything", we both get it but to someone 20 years younger you would just get a puzzled look.
Thoughts on American subculture, continued…We the Living in Idiocracy (hat tip Mike Judge, no greater critic of the passing nude scene that is all things Trumpism). The populist reality t.v. porn stars “they’re eating pets” stuck in my butthead like the Brady Bunch intro…those were the dayz of one T.V. in the garage , I mean living room, three channels, one choice (my dads), and one remote (Jimmy, can you get up and change the channel please).
calling a Minnesota N.I.C.E. agent an analytical truth seeker is like calling the unholy Trump Bible Salesman “Christian”…Renee Nicole Good and Alex Pretti still cannot be reached for comment…and “Donald J Trump is still your President”. Why are the murderers not household names that shall live in infamy like Derek Chauvin!? Trump effect on mainstream media beginning to rub off like The Dons stash of KY Jelly. God HELP U.S.
Anthropologists, if most of them were not of the more liberal, not conservative arts, might suggest a lots not conservative in the media, but pure utter filth like what came out of the horses arse at a night of the Capital hill opera because nobody goes to church no more…they are called museums by anthropologists now, and concert halls by evangelical Trumpers. GOD HELP U.S.
Anyway, I know what it is like to be accused of being from Idaho…once a spaz, always a spaz rebel without a cause bastard child of the eighties sub pop culture…gotta run on. Thanks for taking my rant Onward and Upward. Peace through superior mental firepower
R O L A I D S ….”what’s that….” No need to tell me you can fill in the blanks…One T.V., only one of three stations, and no remote…leaves millions of eyeballs stuck on the same channel 🍺
1980, Officer Candidate School. We were "encouraged" to sing on the bus when returning to the barracks after training, because it showed character or morale or some such happy horseshit. We quickly figured out that singing was a preferable alternative to push-up upon return. But the idea was that everybody had to sing. And that meant that everybody had to know the words. What songs did a random group of Americans born during the Eisenhower administration know the words to? Gilligan's Island, Beverly Hillbillies, Brady Bunch, etc.
I can’t say I remember a lot of key signatures, but I did have a music teacher once who gave us "two all-beef patties, etc." as a vocal warmup (all the words on the same note, so maybe it was to practice rhythm). That was in the late 1990s, so I hadn't actually seen the commercial.
I was born in 1969 and grew up watching the Brady Bunch. And yet only today did I realize they must have all been reruns! I’m told I should try to learn something new every day, so now I can spend the rest of the day on frivolities. Thanks Jay! 😉
I was born in 1952, and my parents bought their first television, a big black and white Zenith, that same year, so I grew up with TV. The new season, opening every Fall, was a big event, with everyone discussing the new shows and which favorites were renewed. It was all the talk in casual conversation, everywhere you went.
There is nothing I am aware of that all Americans share to the same extent, except maybe sports and politics (hardly unifying), currently. At a recent family reunion, one of my cousins observed, "About 90 percent of what everyone is talking about is their dogs." To which I replied, "Well, it's a safe subject." Seems like there are fewer and fewer safe subjects and a corresponding lessening of conversation.
This reminds me of why my wife and I find relationships with great age differences so hard to understand. We are in our 60's and if I say " let's get Mikey, he'll eat anything", we both get it but to someone 20 years younger you would just get a puzzled look.
Thoughts on American subculture, continued…We the Living in Idiocracy (hat tip Mike Judge, no greater critic of the passing nude scene that is all things Trumpism). The populist reality t.v. porn stars “they’re eating pets” stuck in my butthead like the Brady Bunch intro…those were the dayz of one T.V. in the garage , I mean living room, three channels, one choice (my dads), and one remote (Jimmy, can you get up and change the channel please).
calling a Minnesota N.I.C.E. agent an analytical truth seeker is like calling the unholy Trump Bible Salesman “Christian”…Renee Nicole Good and Alex Pretti still cannot be reached for comment…and “Donald J Trump is still your President”. Why are the murderers not household names that shall live in infamy like Derek Chauvin!? Trump effect on mainstream media beginning to rub off like The Dons stash of KY Jelly. God HELP U.S.
Anthropologists, if most of them were not of the more liberal, not conservative arts, might suggest a lots not conservative in the media, but pure utter filth like what came out of the horses arse at a night of the Capital hill opera because nobody goes to church no more…they are called museums by anthropologists now, and concert halls by evangelical Trumpers. GOD HELP U.S.
Anyway, I know what it is like to be accused of being from Idaho…once a spaz, always a spaz rebel without a cause bastard child of the eighties sub pop culture…gotta run on. Thanks for taking my rant Onward and Upward. Peace through superior mental firepower
Jay,
What I think we need would be a..."Pop pop,fizz,fizz.Oh what a relief it is !!
(Or will be hopefully !!)
R O L A I D S ….”what’s that….” No need to tell me you can fill in the blanks…One T.V., only one of three stations, and no remote…leaves millions of eyeballs stuck on the same channel 🍺
1980, Officer Candidate School. We were "encouraged" to sing on the bus when returning to the barracks after training, because it showed character or morale or some such happy horseshit. We quickly figured out that singing was a preferable alternative to push-up upon return. But the idea was that everybody had to sing. And that meant that everybody had to know the words. What songs did a random group of Americans born during the Eisenhower administration know the words to? Gilligan's Island, Beverly Hillbillies, Brady Bunch, etc.
I can’t say I remember a lot of key signatures, but I did have a music teacher once who gave us "two all-beef patties, etc." as a vocal warmup (all the words on the same note, so maybe it was to practice rhythm). That was in the late 1990s, so I hadn't actually seen the commercial.
I was born in 1969 and grew up watching the Brady Bunch. And yet only today did I realize they must have all been reruns! I’m told I should try to learn something new every day, so now I can spend the rest of the day on frivolities. Thanks Jay! 😉
Ah, the happy days of watching reruns on WGN after school and it feels like it was in prime time after all these years gone
I was born in 1952, and my parents bought their first television, a big black and white Zenith, that same year, so I grew up with TV. The new season, opening every Fall, was a big event, with everyone discussing the new shows and which favorites were renewed. It was all the talk in casual conversation, everywhere you went.
There is nothing I am aware of that all Americans share to the same extent, except maybe sports and politics (hardly unifying), currently. At a recent family reunion, one of my cousins observed, "About 90 percent of what everyone is talking about is their dogs." To which I replied, "Well, it's a safe subject." Seems like there are fewer and fewer safe subjects and a corresponding lessening of conversation.
Beautifully observed. Thank you.
“Private Idaho” was a 1980 song by the band “B52s”.
“Underground like a wild potato.”
I am shocked The Brady Bunch was only on for five years.
Classic writing, and pure Americana.
Indeed "Private Idaho" was a great song by the B-52's Cult classic, and yes, it meant being in your own world. Thanks for the memories, Jay!
You make my inbox smile!
🙂