Spacefem (spacefem) wrote,
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there were drugs in the 70s?

So I know I've written before about how my husband and I had dramatically different musical upbringings. His parents liked disco, mine did not. My parents liked southern rock, his did not. There's a little bit of classic rock overlap but basically if it's a cheesy european "singing group" with matching outfits, I missed out on it, and if it's a barefoot folk singer who was at Woodstock, he missed out on it.

Marc knows every word to every song on ABBA Gold (I know) but he just heard "Gimme Shelter" by the Rolling Stones last night because I told him to look it up. I mean you joke about someone being born yesterday... that's sort of how it feels sometimes. Then again, I was like 23 when I heard of the Bee Gees.

(THEN AGAIN, was I really missing out?)

Anyway the latest controversy is that he's always listening to these "new" songs I'm bringing up, and he seems to think they're all about drugs. I know there were drugs in the 70s, okay, but this is the sacred music of my childhood! I've always assumed that every kid was taken on long highway trips to Grandma's listening to Jefferson Airplane... I didn't know what the songs were about then, so at this point an adult understanding of the lyrics is a major transition that I don't feel like I want.

This weekend we're watching The Big Lebowski which has an AMAZING soundtrack I'd totally forgotten about. One scene features Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In) by Kenny Rogers and I totally know and recognize that song, and Marc had never heard it but made some comment about how it's EFFING TRIPPY and I'm like, "What? No, I've known this song forever, it's not about drugs." So he looks up the lyrics for me and the first verse is:

I woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in


I was like, "Whatever that's not about drugs."

Except it obviously is. But I can't go thinking that all my parents' music is about, or at least Brought To You By, chemicals, that messes with me! I mean, my parents? My straight-laced republican suburbia parents? It's true that my mom got mad at the clerk at a sub shop because their kitchy decor included a sign that said "NO HIPPIES ALLOWED" but besides scattered events like that my parents have always been, well, parents. I can only assume that they also have no idea what these songs are about, and we must all work together as a nation to protect their innocence. White Rabbit is about a children's story. Day Tripper is about traveling. Purple Haze is just, uh, very creative.

I've also decided that I might as well raise my kid with the same music. I mean I never got into drugs... maybe the music expanded my mind enough, I got all the psychedelics without the side effects, starting from when I could hear.

And maybe there are a few possible drug references, but more than that there are all these wholesome lessons about family values: Love. Sharing. Protesting your government. That's really what's important in music. You can't get that out of disco.
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