I was born in the sunset of the 60’s. God, I love being a Gen X’er! Why? I will tell you. Because I ended up being a teenager in the 80’s, when the 50’s and 60’s were regurgitated stylistically into something that was actually tolerable. Granted, the 80’s gave us frilly socks worn with heels, poofy mini-skirts with lots of netting and bounce, and we had Madonna, and Cher in those monstrosities she called clothes. Oh yeah, and the “just woke up and stirred it with the stick” hair. My sophomore picture was taken at the height of Duranie-mania. I tried to make my hair resemble John Taylor’s. If you don’t know who John Taylor is, watch the “Do They Know It’s Christmastime” video at the end of my post, “Chaos.” He’s the dude wearing the red and black sweatshirt with white words “Duran Duran” on the front. He’s also playing the bass guitar. And Simon LeBon. I drooled over him. *sigh* Anyway….enough of the 80’s.
I actually came here to post something from the 60’s, a song that was used in a 90’s movie, Pulp Fiction. You see, a few days ago, I saw a Harley Davidson belching down the road and remembered a scene from that movie….
“Who’s motorcycle is this?”
“It’s a chopper, baby.”
“Who’s chopper is this?”
“Zed’s dead, baby. Zed’s dead.” LOUD REVVING OF MOTOR…..and then the soundtrack blends into “Bullwinkle,” one of the coolest songs on the planet. The 60’s had such great music. The decade had the standard excellence (The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Dylan, Doors, Joplin, etc.), but it had great songs by lesser-known and less-remembered artists, and Pulp Fiction gave those songs new life, and caused a renewed interest in the music of that decade.
But, I’m not gonna put up a Bullwinkle youtube video. I am feeling kinda like the Dusty Springfield flavor right now. God, the hair, the clothes, the set design! GAG! But you know something? It screams, “I am a woman of the 60’s! I am required to wear my hair big and poofy with ten pounds of hair spray! I have to wear upholstery and look like a tree while performing one of the greatest songs! Or perhaps I have to look like a silly pirate, with huge bell sleeves, and hip-hugging corduroys! Or maybe we’ll wear military-inspired double breasted jackets with loud, striped pants and ankle boots!” (Anyone remember The Monkees?)
I’m glad I was born at the end of all that. At least the 80’s were fairly benign by comparison. Our only problem? We wanted to be taken seriously, but we were so cynical and lazy. And we didn’t really have enemies. Sure there was Russia, but that ended and Gorbachev ended up being Time Magazine’s Man of the Year in 1988. And how much of a threat was Khaddafi? You know, the Libyan dude who used to dress like Michael Jackson? Yeah, him.
How I envy today’s generation. They have actual problems to worry about.
And so, in honor of my random ramblings that don’t really mean anything (typical Gen X’er.), I give you,
Dusty Springfield, dressed as a glittery tree.