I guess the point I’m trying to make is that sometimes on FR we sound like a bunch of sour old fogeys who see nothing positive in the present times.
And why would younger folks want to listen to us if we do?
“sometimes on FR we sound like a bunch of sour old fogeys”
Point well taken, I suppose, but speak for yourself. I’m a cranky old curmudgeon.
I saw oldsters in the `70s and `80s try to curry favor with the younger generation by using young peoples’ patois/vernacular, listening to our music and wearing our fashions.
There was nothing as ridiculous (thought my class, judging from the snickering) as my 60+ year old political science professor showing up the first day in a Mao jacket, hair fashionably long and asking us if we thought a particular rock group was `far-out’.
mu·sic n.
1. The art of arranging sounds in time so as to produce a continuous, unified, and evocative composition, as through melody, harmony, rhythm, and timbre.
My regular Army Dad liked John Phillip Sousa and country-western. They were music, but not my cup of tea at the time.
I would have been alarmed if had wanted to borrow my music, but when he spoke and I listened.
Why? R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Find out what that means to me, yeah, sock it to me sock it to me ....