to see the old expression sex drugs and rock and roll on someone’s Facebook
post this week and it got me thinking about how those concepts seem to have
become emblematic of the 70s. All
three existed before the decade began, obviously, but in the 70s they seem
to take on more meaning and purpose than ever before.
And we look
at the generation today, heads down in their ipads, their every waking moment
on how to feed their materialistic lifestyle, and then shake our heads at how
effed up their lives have become.
Boy, do we have
Sex has been
around for quite a while; otherwise, none of us would be here now.
Drugs also predate my existence.
Rock and roll? Well, we could probably place the birth of
that music genre around 1955, but it has its roots in, shall we say, baser
human desires. See sex above.
In any event,
I got thinking about my place in the generational scheme of things. I’m at the age where most things I remember
doing or having are obsolete, or at least no longer usable.
typewriters? Electric typewriters? Hell, typewriters period! Imagine that, millennials: word processors
that didn’t require a screen.
vinyl LPs (long playing) albums have come back in style. Yet society has no use for the listening
technology that succeeded them. 8 track
tapes? They date back to the Paleolithic
age, don’t they? Cassette tapes? I’m embarrassed to say how many of those I
booths? Sorry, they only exist in old
Superman comic books. Oh, and while we are on the subject, phones could only be
held as long you didn’t walk further than five feet from the wall where the
phone was mounted, or the table it sat
on. Otherwise, you would be disconnected,
or in the language to which you can relate: no bars!
(Cue Shakespearean peel of thunder here.)
trembling yet, Millennials?
Yet I don’t
believe I’m at the age yet where someone 30 years younger than myself can
address me as “old timer”, and ask me about those bygone days way back
when. Give me another ten years and I’ll
gladly submit to the old timer label.
Until then, I’m still middle-aged, and don’t you young whippersnappers
So what if a
Millennial asks me today about the 70s and the triumvirate concepts of sex
drugs and rock and roll? What can I
I can only
speak of my own experiences in that decade. I cannot speak for my entire generation and claim that my achievements
equaled theirs. I can only surmise, nay
hope and pray, that everyone else in my generation had a helluva lot more fun
than I did.
sex. In the 70s sex for me was, oh
what is the term I’m searching for…hot? Steamy? No, hypothetical! That’s the
term I’m looking to describe my sex life in the 70s. Sex for me in the 70s was an endless
series of “What if’s?” Yet I encounter
people everyday that were born in that decade. Their existence is proof that somebody somewhere in the 70s had sex,
but it certainly wasn’t me!
Drugs? I think the Constitution covers my butt when
referencing drug use in the 70s. Let’s
see, First Amendment, Second Amendment, Third Amendment…yes, here it is, the
Fifth Amendment. I shall claim that if
any Millennials prod me about my drug use.
roll? Ah, yes! I can look back upon my experiences and
comment truthfully on this concept. I
listened to this genre on the radio, collected the vinyl, listened to the
stereo, and went to a few concerts.
western? Polkas? Ewww!
So, in regard
to the tunes I heard in the 70s, I can answer them honestly. If they ever
ask me about sex drugs and rock and roll in the 70s, then I
can look them confidently in the eye and say: “Well, the music was good.”
for reading. Seriously, we actually
printed words on a piece of paper without a television screen in the 70s. Don’t
shake your heads at me, you effed up Millennials!)