----- Original Message ----- From: "Chad Cooper" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "'Killer Bs Discussion'" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Tuesday, October 07, 2003 11:55 AM Subject: RE: Brin: rejuveniles
> > > > > >Calvin: ~sighs~ What's the point? GONA BE A PUNK ROCKER! > > > > Let me remind everyone that the Punk Movement started roaring in the late > 70's. Any punk rocker who remembers when it started is a minimum age of 30 > and closer to 40 (I'm 35.. A regular X-Gen Patriarch). Back in my 'day' we > used safety pins to do body piercings, unlike the youth of today, who use > wireless phones to schedule appointments to have work done by a "Body > Artist". Back in "my" day, the police performed body modification whether you wanted it or not. We were beaten, chased, murdered in secret, and murdered on national TV for telling the generation after "The Greatest Generation" that we didn't want the world they were trying to force on us. And we did it without MTV, which is probably the worst thing to ever happen to music.<G> > > > > Agh! There is abso-fricking no WAY you get to pull this on us old > > farts. > > > > The sighing lament above PALES compared to the self-pitying rants that > > MY generation spilled. Oh the angst! The alienations! The "what's > > the use" pathos! > > Don't forget self-promotion... (Hey everybody, look how free we are!) Typical of Teens of any generation. > > > > Just look at the @$#%$# rock lyrics! > > ______________________________________ > The Who - My Generation [snip]____________________________________ > > > Now for the Gen X response, from none other than Generation X (Billy Idol's > original Band) > > > _________________________________________________ > Generation X - Your Generation [snip] > __________________________________________________ > > Now that's ANGST! I think you are looking in the wrong place for the angst of "my generation". I think *these* lyrics says more than your poseurs ever could: "Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming, we're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drumming, four dead in Ohio. Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down. Should have been done long ago. What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground? How can you run when you know?" Or: "Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence." And: "I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island." > > > > > When it comes to alienation, drama-posing, and generational self-pity, > > you whippersnappers have got NOTHING on us! > > > > huh. > > > > bloody amateurs..... think they invented alienation. Sheesh..... > > > While Genx may have not invented alienation, we certainly took it to the > extreme, embracing it, pursuing it as an art form. As opposed to a life experience. There is a big difference between the turmoil of living in a time of great social change and playing dressup with your friends at all night drink'n'drug-a-thons. > > My favorite line from the movie SLC Punks, where the hippie father turned > lawyer tried to explain to his punk son... > "Hey, I didn't sell out, I bought in!" (finger pointing). > Silly discussion<G> But these words probably echo more truth than any quoted so far: "Old man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. Old man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. Old man, look at my life, twenty-four and there's so much more. Live alone in a paradise that makes me think of two. Love lost, such a cost, give me things that don't get lost, like a coin that won't get tossed, rolling home to you. Old man, take a look at my life, I'm a lot like you, I need someone to love me the whole day through. Have one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true. Lullabies, look in your eyes, run around the same old town. Doesn't mean that much to me to mean that much to you. I've been first and last, look at how the time goes past. But I'm all alone at last, rolling home to you. Old man, take a look at my life, I'm a lot like you, I need someone to love me the whole day through. Have one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true. Old man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. Old man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you were." xponent The More Things Change Maru rob _______________________________________________ http://www.mccmedia.com/mailman/listinfo/brin-l
