Two people were ahead of me at the post office. One was a young woman with an affected 1970s hippie free lovin' Daisy Mae veneer with messy braids and ratty jeans with tears in the rear. She didn't look old enough to have even been born in the 70s. The other was a generic short shorn guy with a head and face as interesting as a potato. I have no idea how old he was, he looked like he could've been my age, he looked like he could've been half my age. It's so hard to tell with the potatoboy look. Potatoboy was wearing a red t-shirt that said "JGB World Tour 1980" on the back. Daisy Mae was wearing a yellow t-shirt, however I couldn't see what was on the front. Potatoboy was quite fascinated by it, however, and he stared and asked her, "What does your t-shirt say?"
Affecting a wide-eyed innocent yet skanky attitude, she responded, "Love at first sight."
Potatoboy smiled and asked, "Do you believe in it?"
"Doesn't everybody?" she asked.
Potatoboy smiled back, a bit mesmerized. I think I heard him mutter, "I guess so."
A bit nauseated by the whole exchange, it suddenly hit me, Ms. Rock 'n' Roll Trivia: JGB = J. Geils Band.
Didn't The J. Geils Band have a hit, somewhere around 1980 or shortly thereafter called "Love Stinks?"
The irony.
Labels: Rock and Roll, This Boring Life
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I saw here walking out of the Post Office while I was waiting in the car. That was an awful T shirt. Is there a white trash fashion movement going on now?
It's called "Let's Copy the 70s because we can't come up with anything new."
Remember in the mid 70s...1975, 1976 or so, everything fashion was so...country trash. Do you know what I mean? Torn, frayed denim, cotton bandanas, plaid, western style shirts, Dukes of Hazzard, CB Radios and Trucker shows on TV and songs on the radio, Annie Greensprings Apple Wine, Peanut Farmer as President. Anyway, when I think of that era, that is what I'm reminded of. It was the end of the hippie-era as it choked in its own incompetence of living off the land in their pseudo hillbilly communes. It was the final hoedown before the Boomers returned to the city to regroup and re-urbanize, to become yuppies, or go disco, or go punk. Either choice was a rejection of what was before it.
Unfortunately I do remember the Dukes of Hazzard and wish I could forget all of the bad feathered blown dried disco culture that I lived in when I was too young to know the real value of culture.
Torture......ASAAAAAKKKK...THE PAin The PaIN ....Make It STOP....
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