This 21-year-old opened this thread and wondered, “Didn’t Mary Chapin Carpenter die of anorexia back in the 70s?”
You’re confused – she died in a car crash on the Long Island Expressway. (Her husband Harry was driving). 
I thought he was a truck driver and it involved 30,000 lbs of bananas.
No, her car crashed as she was driving away from a nuclear power plant. Or something.
Wow. Well, I don’t know who this carpenter lady is, but she sounds all right. Observant and honest.
And though I was being facetious, I honestly have never heard the Carpenters. I don’t know a single one of their/her songs. I’ve heard her name before, though.
puts on her headphones to listen to her own idols, Gorillaz, Cibo Matto, Kid Koala, and Blur** 
Ummm…Mary Chapin Carpenter and The Carpenters are completely different creatures.
Oh, Anastasaeon, you’re making me feel old. Mary Chapin Carpenter is a country/folk singer who is best compared to Roseanne Cash. The Carpenters were a brother/sister folk duo featuring Karen and Richard Carpenter.
My joke about the 30,000 lbs of bananas was based on a song by troubador Harry Chapin.
:smack:
Well, there you go!
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[sub] Who’s Roseanne Cash? Who’s Harry Chapin?[/sub] :o
Huh? I thought he said he was so hairy he was chafing the car bender. Quit mumbling, you little punk … and get off my lawn …
Ha, same thing could be said about you old farts, except while us youngins don’t know songs from before we were born, you probably don’t know jack shit about music going on today.
Sorry we ain’t music history majors, but I think you should be equally sorry you don’t know what is going on in the music world at this very moment. Put on your wraparound sunglasses and actually take a look around the current world instead of constantly looking up your ass at the past!
Ya old coot!
Old farts? OLD FARTS? I’m a young fart, thankyouverymuch. So my Blue Suede Shoes are now orthopedic and my Long Beautiful Hair is growing out of my ears instead of my scalp. It was My Generation that taught our square elders that we were right and they were uptight. It was us who knew that the way to solve the world’s problems was to turn it up to 11 and party hearty. We not only listened to the Greatest Show on Heaven, Hell or Earth, we defined it. We were the first to have rocked and rolled all night.
And now you punk-ass kids come in here and say “Who were the Beatles?” Fuckin’ A, you sound like our parents! The Beatles, man! Sabbath! Floyd! Zep! 2112!!! Damn, you must be a narc or somethin’. You’ll never understand my generation!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to feed the goldfish in my platform shoes.
Guilty guilty guilty. Well, except for the sunglasses part. I don’t know much about today’s music, I confess.
Something’s only common knowledge if you happen to know it. There’s plenty of people who haven’t heard the phrase “23 Skidoo” or “cats pajamas”. Plenty of people have never heard of Ween, though in some circles they are practically legendary. I used to work in a record store, and I had to make a real effort to keep up in some genres simply because I didn’t have a taste for those particular genres.
Of course, there’s generation gaps. There’s fucking gaps of this sort all over the place. It doesn’t mean someone’s stupid or even particularly ignorant, they just haven’t encountered or paid attenteion to a particular bit of knowledge you happened to pick up.
So fucking what? And as for Mary Chapin Carpenter’s quote on a coffee cup, I could very well see that story as being true, but again, so fucking what? Any meaning it has as cultural commentary is non-existent, or at least plain meaningless.
For the hell of it, I asked my little brother (22) if he’d ever heard of the song. Nope.
I think I might know the song. Do they sound really stoned and sing about “forever” a bunch of times? Yeah. Not a Beatles song I’d listen to on purpose; I vastly prefer “A Taste Of Honey” and “Blackbird.” The only reason I ever think about it at all is the fact that Bush references it in “Glycerine.” I didn’t know they sang the song mentioned earlier in this thread “Hey Bulldog” until I found out that the version I know is a cover by Toad The Wet Sprocket - and the cover is better too.
No one should really be surprised that someone born long after the band broke up doesn’t know one of their more popular- and I mean still popular ftr - songs. I mean, Jesus, I really like “Just Out Of Reach” by the Zombies among other tracks, but I’m not petenious enough to look down on someone for assuming that most 20-somethings haven’t heard of it. The band broke up 9-10 years before I was born, after all.
:: smacks Anastasaeonwith my cane ::
Danged whippersnapper.
I’m pushing 40 now so I grew up in a time where the Beatles were still the rage. I remember hearing this band all the time on pop radio. I thought they sucked then, I think they suck now.
For the record, there is only one good singer with the name Cash and that would be the Man in Black. Though his duets weren’t that bad.
When looking at the OP, I figgered,“Ok, somebody at Starbuck’s lifted a quote from an interview, and all they saw was her talking to their guy at the counter, so a nice quoty for their cups” This has proved to be true, from Grandi’s link. MJC must have been contacted to allow the quote printed on the cups, though. I can see her saying, “OK fine, tis true, how I felt”
Now, look at this brouhaha. From the above quote, she was hearing younger people talk about music, and is amazed they didn’t know the biggest hip band of her era. I’m 44, and have always been involved with music , and understand what she sees. Hell, I’ve had Iggy Pop spit on me, lost my hearing at a Ramones concert, have travelled with many a wild amazing musician, but it still comes down to The Gap, when you become older, and you see younger people not know what was important and amazing when you were young. And, they doubt you can ever have understood how important the best thing now is. It’s a hard sigh to see it, but , c’est la vie.
Mary Chapin Carpenter was just saying that, and Starbuck’s reduced it to a shadow of meaning on a cup quote. So, fuckyaddas to them for reducing it so for a Celebrity jag.