Thursday, January 30, 2025

Rhymes with Nifty

I had no older brothers or sisters. Folk music and Elvis Presley never really touched me as a kid.

The Beatles on Ed Sullivan introduced me to rock and roll (though I did already own a copy of "At the Hop" by Danny & The Juniors), and I've been a fan, however it's being defined on any given day, ever since.  

That's why as much as I love retrospective articles on the music I love, they also make me sad as I realize how I've aged (but I find some solace that the albums turning fifty this year will always be forever young). 

"Rock and Roll is the music your parents love to hate."
-bill kenny

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