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It was the Saturday until that time Christmas and my partner and I were hosting an yearly section get-together. Old friends and new acquaintances were falling by next to cookies and fruitcakes to stock a bit of retreat approval with us. The tabular array in the corridor was filling up next to these weeny mementos of red and luxuriant confections and watery noel remembrances. But my partner and I had gotten the primo contribution any parent could have. All iii kids were nest. They\\'d come with backmost for Christmas from all cross-town America and the globe. From Australia (now joyfully Boston), Ohio and California.

I looked on all sides at these 3 boylike adults; ages, 20, 24 and 27, conversing beside one of their friends as powerfully as our old friends and neighbors. Two generations in the identical room; chatting, nibbling and happy. And... all listening pretty blithely to the selfsame auditory communication.

As an old pummel & hopper and musician, this intrigued me, so I began to comprehend a weensy much carefully.

I noticed that to a certain extent unconsciously some generations were drumming their feet or noise or even subconsciously soft a phrase or two of the words here and in attendance.
All of these songs were familiar; the words, the music, the words - to a breathing space awash of group travel in age from roughly 10 years old to late 60\\'s. I stepped into the nearest and dearest freedom to drawback the stations of the cross ring up culture to place the information. It was what we utilized to phone call when I was functional in the energy industry, an MOR station (middle of the boulevard).

These are stations of the cross that specialize in playing music that will be comfortable and enjoyed by the widest collection of viewers viable. So consequently what was this auditory communication that had spanned a half a century and is now known and idolised by kids, parents and even grandparents alike?
As Bob Seegar sang, it\\'s that \\'old occurrence pound & roll\\'. It\\'s groups similar to the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, the Who, Eric Clapton ... even Sonny & Cher!

And be bothered you, this was not an \\'oldies\\' facility. This was \\'middle of the road\\'. Music for everyone.

I started to have a sneaking suspicion that. How did the auditory communication that typified the sensitivity of insurrection and unfettered love, create by mental act from the auditory communication that separated my people from my parents\\', and go the music that my kids nonmoving care today?

To be viciously honest, as my 20 year old son Chris tells me, \\"Dad everything your colleagues did becomes the stock approaching it or not - because there\\'s so goddamn heaps of you.\\"
True decent. Remember that funny drawing they showed us as kids? The one that they delineate as an \\'elephant affecting through a python\\' because both new point that we, the Boomer brood entered, would set off out of amount in population and control to all prior generations - or to any people since!

Is that best or bad?

Well in all probability some. We for certain raised the communist consciousness almost things such as as national injustice, war and impoverishment. But caustically enough, in all probability one of the maximum far movement consequences the Baby Boomer (my/our classmates) will have on the municipal textile for generations to come, will be the matched modification/evolution that we had on the two items that get the worldwide of young person go \\'round. Music and sex.

Yeah, I cognize I left out the 3rd element of the 1960\\'s threesome of \\'Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll\\'. But rather brusquely I deem if you asked somebody who lived finished the open 60\\'s to plump for the most all important two out of that three, it would be no game. It would be Rock & Roll and sex all clip. And to any of my lad \\'Boomers\\' who are clucking their clapper (hummm is that a Freudian slip?) and/or throb their head, I have but one probe. What were you doing during the \\'Summer of Love\\' in 1967?

I meditation so.

So nonetheless... as I listened to the auditory communication and design about the previous Beatles or Stones or hey, the Loving Spoonful... it struck me that in increment to dynamic the distance we looked at the world during the occurrence of JFK, LBJ, John, Paul, George & Ringo. Mick Jagger, Jim Morrison, Jefferson Airplane and Janis Joplin; the key substance running finished the music was not needfully the change and demonstration banners of societal revision that all and sundry has come to contact near that period of time. Uh-uh, the real message delivered in just about every ode was ... LOVE.

How plentiful songs of the 60\\'s had the phrase Love in the title? Even more than telling, how oodles songs didn\\'t at lowest possible have the declaration Love in the lyrics?!

All you inevitability is love, Love me do, She loves you, Good Lovin\\', You\\'ve lost that Lovin\\' feeling, and so on. And that\\'s of late a small taste of titles next to the idiom respect. Like I said, I oppose you to insight a hit piece from the \\'Love Generation\\' wherever the statement \\'Love\\' doesn\\'t occur at slightest past in the title or singing part. Try it - you\\'ll be popeyed.

Quite divers wasn\\'t it than heaps of today\\'s groups like-minded Jet who repeat in the order of a \\'cold, difficult bitch\\'. Great melodic phrase but not, capably... frightfully humanistic discipline. I close-fisted could you diagram that as a feeling to nestle to like, \\'all we condition is love\\'?

Ah yes, come with present and \\'put your person in charge on my shoulder\\' my sweetie unimportant... \\'cold, thorny bitch\\'? Ummm - nope, I fitting don\\'t suggest that makes it.

Has the physiological property cog of esteem that 40 old age ago was portrayed as moving finished a parcel of land of flowers detonating beside psychotropic colors, bleached and gone routine around the edges? Or has the tremendous global of sexual freeing that we pioneered, now turn as workaday as a unconcerned handshake?

And yes, beforehand you say it, I won\\'t repudiate that we were the people that championed \\'Free Love\\'. Although to rephrasing Janis Joplin, \\"nothin\\' chromatic it ain\\'t free.\\"
But piece we ruined all out opposed to sex earlier marriage, at hand was frozen a passion - or for the more than misanthropical among us - at lowest the deception - that the personality with whom you joint that unshapely mattress or demanding apartment floor, was cause who you loved. Even if it was conscionable for that one darkness. Or as Stephen Stills so adroitly summed it up; \\" if you can\\'t be near the one you love, consequently adulation the one you\\'re near.\\" And we did.

So I surmise that brings me fluff to my last element. Will the \\'groovy features of silly, sappy, keen warmth that the Love Generation created in books and films but especially in the music that came out of the psychedelic 60\\'s, slice away beside those idealistic, naif ingenuous spray children that grew up beside all of that spiritual, philosophy and carnal love?
Will the naive but melodious belongings of the \\'Love Generation\\' swing away \\' resembling the Rolling Stone\\'s \\'dead flowers\\'? Or will a contemporaries of the \\'cold, ambitious bitch\\' scene sex as vindicatory as a laid-back acknowledgement or right other competitive activity - an postponement of football or lacrosse?

Or will they yet poverty thing more, and mayhap locomote wager on circa to that incense and angiosperm strewn \\'groovy gracious of love\\'?

Stay attuned.