we forgive you
now for penance you have to listen to the catalogs of new order and pet shop boys in their entirety …
then for detention you have to listen to 12 hours of joy division …:eek:
And why would a surfboard need pink sunglasses?
Exactly. Good thing the pink sunglasses were on point.
Because I think “Cat’s Cradle” is an outstanding song, I’m gonna put the correct lyrics here:
“And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little Boy Blue and the Man in the Moon
When ya’ comin’ home, Dad?
I don’t know when
But we’ll get together then
You know we’ll have a good time then”
Turned brilliantly on its ear in the last chorus.
[Chortle] 
The Cowsills’ “The Rain, the Park, and Other Things” was my favorite song in the world for about two years after it came out.
Gary Puckett and the Union Gap. I loved them back in 1968.
This.
I feel lucky that while most of the kids were listening to vapid Top 40 pop, I had that one friend who introduced us to early Hendrix, Dylan, Stones, Kinks. So most of the music of my childhood still holds up, unembarrassingly.
Now, that didn’t apply to TV shows. I was so starved for Sci-Fi that I could NOT wait for this new B&W show Lost In Space. I think I was addicted.
And my mom still laughs at how we wee lads took the Adam West Batman show seriously.
There’s nothing to be ashamed of for appreciating this major-seventh-soaked, baroque-pop masterpiece.
A lot of what people dismiss as “vapid Top 40 pop” (from the 50s - 90s, at any rate) is actually filled with good musical stuff. You can get a pretty decent education in how to be a good pop-oriented musician just from playing along with any given one-hit wonder from the 60s or 70s that used solid session musicians.
It was really done so well, the parody escaped most of us.
It wasn’t until the episode where they (B and R) have to bail out of the Batcoptor or some other flying thing, and land* right next to* a working pay telephone, and Batman goes on to exalt (paraphrase), “the efficiencies of the modern communication system” that I got the joke.
Never saw the show the same way again. 
At 14 I was crushing on a guy who raced motocross. He was so cool, he smoked Marlboros and was always greasy. Dumb as a doorknob, though. I am ashamed to say I subscribed to a Motocross magazine and learned all the terms and the names of famous (eh) racers to impress him. He just thought I was weird. After a couple of months my love for him waned but, I had to endure that stupid magazine for the rest of the year.
I don’t know how old you are Beck, but was that the* Johnny O’* era or more of the Pierre Karsmakers days?
Just askin’! 
Hey, Motocross ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed about, even if the motives were somewhat dubious.
Remind me to tell you a real good story about Jeremy McGrath…
The Karsmakers sounded real familiar, I looked it up and it seems a bit before my short-lived career as a Motocross groupie. I do remember Johnny O’maras name. I believe it to be a honorable pasttime, I was just a little bummed my crush never returned my affections. Alas, the groupie life wasn’t for me.
The Nancy comic was funny.
I agree with you on that. Kath-era Chicago is at least interesting but after that it’s all bland forgettable MOR sludge (which, unfortunately, is now the type of music Chicago is best known for). Two years ago,there was a thread here on the artistic merits and demerits of the group.
Self-described classy cultured guy P.J. O’Rourke wrote a book wherein he determined to put aside his reading of the classics and listening to opera to go to Branson, Missouri and mingle with the foul smelling rabble. Pursuing the ‘common man’s tastes’ in music and entertainment. He admitted he learned that Barry Manilow, Wayne Newton, and so on were not, in fact ‘bad’ things, but he did think that popular culture’s biggest fault was mediocrity. Two different worlds, huh?