| Thursday, May 29, 2008 |
| Never too old to rock |
Last night, Joe & I saw the documentary "Young @ Heart," which is about a senior citizens' chorus which performs an unusual repertoire of rock songs, including Sonic Youth's "Schizophrenia," the Clash's "Should I Stay or Should I Go," and James Brown's "I Feel Good." The film is actually an entertaining and sensitive portrayal of the chorus, but when it begins, you might think it's going to be sort of a gimmicky novelty piece: "Wow, isn't it wacky to hear oldsters singing Ramones and Talking Heads numbers?"
However, it occurred to me today that the difference in ages between the Young @ Heart singers and the members of the World's Greatest Rock 'n Roll Band is not that great. Consider the relatively short span of years that separates Charlie Watts, a few days shy of his 67th birthday, and Y@H's Joan Blomberg, age 72. And former RS member Bill Wyman would be eligible to join Y@H, since he's over 70. |
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The general image of grandparents has remained stuck in about the 1950s for nearly fifty years now. I found it particularly amusing in the last ten years or so, when ads geared to today's oh-so-edgy-and-extreme teens depict their parents as incorrigible sticks-in-the-mud...when in fact, while the upper-middle-class of this teen cohort is all worried about which extracurriculars will help it get into a good school, their parents (and their neighbors' parents) were gang-banging in the mud at Woodstock.
'Course, that's a falsehood too: the run-of-the-mill late-sixties early-seventies teen/early twenties person was not a freaked-out hippie, either. But it's amusing, still, to see the media depict them as plaid-pants-wearing knitters.
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The general image of grandparents has remained stuck in about the 1950s for nearly fifty years now. I found it particularly amusing in the last ten years or so, when ads geared to today's oh-so-edgy-and-extreme teens depict their parents as incorrigible sticks-in-the-mud...when in fact, while the upper-middle-class of this teen cohort is all worried about which extracurriculars will help it get into a good school, their parents (and their neighbors' parents) were gang-banging in the mud at Woodstock.
'Course, that's a falsehood too: the run-of-the-mill late-sixties early-seventies teen/early twenties person was not a freaked-out hippie, either. But it's amusing, still, to see the media depict them as plaid-pants-wearing knitters.