As far as the generational wars go, I am careful not to sound like one of those pathetic baby boomers that just can't get over the sixties. Unfortunately for everyone else, a lot of these self-reflective public-masturbator types found themselves in movie exec positions and flooded the '80s and '90s entertainment markets with rubbish about how fucking awesome the sixties were. Yawn. My mother is fortunately not like this. She will tell you that the sixties sucked ass. She even took it so far as to dump a bunch of really valuable vinyl albums that she had acquired in her youth IN THE TRASH the last time she moved (not this recent move). That woman is many things and nostalgic is certainly not one of them! And that Brokaw guy and his "Greatest Generation" book about geezers who fought the big war, smoked a lot of cigarettes in the 1950s, and got to retire on fat pensions with full health insurance. Again, yawn.
So it was with great trepidation that I indulged an NPR "Driveway Moment" (TM) this afternoon about the resurgent career of Ms. Courtney Love. She has apparently hired a big-time music producer to engineer her come-back. The NPR commentator even referred to her as "the Widow of Kurt Cobain." I was thinking "go Courtney!" even though I will probably never bother to listen to whatever shiny newness she unleashes upon the world.
But still, as I try to keep a lid on my love for the '90s, I am beginning to understand the fervor of those irritating boomers and their Big Chill hoohah. I am still very thankful that my mom chose 1976 to give birth to me. It was a good time to be born.
Posted by Zerd at May 15, 2007 06:43 PM