Sounds of the Seventies
Sometimes my children’s taste in music surprises me. As I sit here typing at my computer, they’ve got the stereo on in the living room, blasting away golden oldies – vintage music from three decades ago.
Despite two flights of stairs and a couple of doors between us, I can hear the base thudding through the walls, the thumping of their feet as they leap up and down and their voices screeching along in an altogether quite inharmonious fashion.
Despite two flights of stairs and a couple of doors between us, I can hear the base thudding through the walls, the thumping of their feet as they leap up and down and their voices screeching along in an altogether quite inharmonious fashion.
This then set off another train of thought about the music piped through the old folks homes. When they want their residents to drift off in a sea of nostalgic memories, they play wartime music from the 40s. I wonder if they'll be playing the Sex Pistols thirty years from now?I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Don’t know what I want but
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by
Cos I
Wanna be
Anarchy
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