I have several college students who work in my office. Yesterday, I overheard them whispering about the meaning of “4/20,” like it was some big secret. So as I walked out into the other room, I quietly said “Everybody knows that.”
They all giggled, of course. Then I mentioned how I’d once been dragged to a George Clinton concert on 4/20, and ended up almost suffocating.
“George Clinton?” one of them asked, “Who’s that?”
“George Clinton. You know, Parliament? Funkadelic. The P.Funk All-Stars. One of the grandfathers of funk.”
Getting only blank stares, I just mumbled “Oh, nevermind.”
Then the discussion somehow turned to music that’s appropriate for kids. Someone brought up Dave Matthews Band (though I can’t imagine why…), and how there are always a lot of kids at those concerts. She said it surprised her, since DMB songs have a lot of language that isn’t appropriate for kids.
“Oh good lord,” I thought, and then asked aloud “Would you rather have your kids listening to Britney Spears?”
“Good point,” she replied.
Then I told them that I grew up listening to my parents’ music; lots of folk and Motown, some Simon & Garfunkel, CSNY, Billy Joel, Elton John, etc. [This isn’t to say that my parents weren’t strict about the language in any new songs to which I might have been listening. They just sort of forgot it was also present in some of their music. I used that argument to my benefit once I got a little older.]
But I digress. So anyway, as an afterthought I said “Oh, and the Monkees! I loved the Monkees!”
Blank stares again. “What’s the Monkees?”
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