Many of us were still prisoners of AM radio in 1967. So in the mix as I remember it — Nancy Sinatra, the Cowsills, Bobby Vinton,, Neil Diamond— the Who might have been disconcerting and Herman’s Hermits well yeah, kinda ‘refreshing.’. This doesn’t expunge the record of your incorrect judgements, comrade.The record is the record. But.. it coulda been any of us.
So true!! And it's even worse now, with the internet. When I was a reporter I used to live in fear of what I called a Tea with Hitler episode -- writing a story on someone who turns out to be a monster and missing it. You're a brave man, to look back at those stories. I was gratuitously snippy to so many people. I'd like to forget it.
But you had to have seen it coming, based on Jones’s earlier column calling TV “a silly fad” (“Nobody thinks radio needs pictures”). And of course my personal favorite, “Steve Jobs should just get a job.”
Curious to know how it came about that you, initially put off by the “nightmarish” sounds of The Who, then developed bonafide aural tastebuds for the selfsame band.
Do you remember the given name of your first grade teacher, Miss Judd? There was a teacher named Miss Judd at IPS School 60 in the late Fifties and early Sixties. I'm thinking she may have been the same teacher you had in the early Fifties.
FYI --- I love Herman's Hermits. We went to see them a few years ago and they were really good. Instead of lighting our lighters at the end, they just shined a light on all the white haired people in the
Hey, at least you never wrote a glowing article about that up and coming business tycoon , Donald Trump!
Many of us were still prisoners of AM radio in 1967. So in the mix as I remember it — Nancy Sinatra, the Cowsills, Bobby Vinton,, Neil Diamond— the Who might have been disconcerting and Herman’s Hermits well yeah, kinda ‘refreshing.’. This doesn’t expunge the record of your incorrect judgements, comrade.The record is the record. But.. it coulda been any of us.
Enjoyed! We are so full of ourselves when we are in our twenties! Confession is good for our soul! Lynda Gildea
Bob,
So true!! And it's even worse now, with the internet. When I was a reporter I used to live in fear of what I called a Tea with Hitler episode -- writing a story on someone who turns out to be a monster and missing it. You're a brave man, to look back at those stories. I was gratuitously snippy to so many people. I'd like to forget it.
But you had to have seen it coming, based on Jones’s earlier column calling TV “a silly fad” (“Nobody thinks radio needs pictures”). And of course my personal favorite, “Steve Jobs should just get a job.”
Curious to know how it came about that you, initially put off by the “nightmarish” sounds of The Who, then developed bonafide aural tastebuds for the selfsame band.
Do you remember the given name of your first grade teacher, Miss Judd? There was a teacher named Miss Judd at IPS School 60 in the late Fifties and early Sixties. I'm thinking she may have been the same teacher you had in the early Fifties.
Amen
Good stuff!
I guess my tastes matured a bit....
FYI --- I love Herman's Hermits. We went to see them a few years ago and they were really good. Instead of lighting our lighters at the end, they just shined a light on all the white haired people in the
audience.
So good. Thanks for this one.
Speaking of Permanent Record ...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Permanent_Record:_Al_in_the_Box
So true, so true, say I, nodding my penitent, wizened head. Loved the column.