My cousin Bonnie (who looked like the daughter of Rachel Welch and Faye Dunaway -- a complete knockout, who looks now like she's been knocked-out a few times) was a Pete Frampton fan. In fact, it was her Frampton Comes Alive album that I played over and over again on my record player. She brought the album with her when she stayed with us one summer. She left and the album became mine, along with Alice Cooper's "Welcome to My Nightmare". My favorite: Cold Ethel. I later learned that Cold Ethel was about, well, necrophilia. But what did I know? I was a kid. Same thing with "Puff the Magic Dragon" one of my favorites as a child, only to learn as an adult that it was a tribute to weed. All I know is that I liked dragons. They were neat. They could fly, had talons and blew fire. Pretty cool. I knew nothing of "weed", only that it "is a plant whose virtue has not yet been discovered" (so says Emerson).
But lately, I wonder if I'm alone in how I feel...are folks tired of the anger, having to choose sides, trying to figure out what's right, what's wrong, what's not, what is? And I think back on simpler times, at least they were simple for me, as a kid, growing up in the 70s. And even though there was a war raging on the other side of the world, all I knew was music and friends and family and kickball and long summers and cool nights that seemed to last forever and life seemed, well, quite clear...
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
-Bob Dylan