Talking ‘Bout My Generation


People ask me when I write.

Well, now seems a good a time as any….5:00 am.

I’ve been thinking about my generation.

You know, sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. Sometimes in that order.

I’m not sure how many years makes a generation, I prefer to look at it from the view point of people old enough to be my parents having kids, and then us having kids and our kids having kids. Hope this clarifies things.

I always thought my generation was a step down from my parents. My father stood when women left the room. He offered his seat, he never swore in front of my mother. Cool stuff like that. None of this social finery diminished women in any way, shape or form, but some of our generation got the wrong idea. Someone somewhere a long the line decided that women were equal and could find our own seats, open our own doors, etc. I think the men of my father’s generation treated women with more respect than any generation since..

Not sure what burning your bra or getting tattoos has to do with equal rights but it has certainly become an issue these days. The turbulent, troubled sixties brought a lot of changes to the way society functioned. That’s when it began to become totally dysfunctional. Let’s, just for fun, blame casual sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll on things.

Oh, and permissiveness.

Were my parents more permissive?

I think not.

Maybe they had more to give.

They were great at saving money, doing without and demanding we get a good education. and they hated our music, maybe with good reason. I still think however, we had the best music, and it changed the course of history.

So, we grew up and gave birth to the next generation. Well, not me, but a lot of people did. Enough for there to be a next generation. And something in the Universe shifted. Big Time!

We had less to give, overall, but were more permissive.

Suddenly, genders were not only equal, they became interchangeable. Anyone who gave birth in the 80’s must remember this. Boys, girls, all the same stuff, you could now mold them to be what you wanted. No more girls playing with dolls, boys with trucks. Shouldn’t matter. After all, a kid was something you could nudge in whatever direction you wanted. Right?

Full stop.

Wrong.

Girls still preferred dolls over cars for the most part and boys preferred trucks.

As our generation became more…well…let’s say mature for the sake of argument….we began to realize there was in fact a difference and we began, once again to relax a bit about it. It was okay, after all if girls liked dolls, and boys liked trucks and vice versa, and maybe even none of the above. We were more tolerant than our parents in some respects, but not as wise either. But we still insisted our music was better.

In walks next generation, whoever they may be and they are definitely a step up from ours now that they are old enough to give birth to the next generation. They’ve grown up in a more tolerable society, they have more money than we did at that age, aren’t as apt to wear jeans everywhere like we still do, but they are more likely to be sporting tattoos, have their ears covered with head sets, and they seem more polite in many ways than our vulgar, take this job and shove it generation.

I’ve seen some great kids come from people so dysfunctional, I’m surprised they even had the brains to procreate. Not that it really takes any. Yes, for the most part a definite step up from our generation. What they lack in common decency, they make up for in common sense.They are not in a big hurry to get married or have kids, they are more focused on getting a house and making their first million by the age of 30. Our generation didn’t seem to be that ambitious. And it’s caught up to us, hasn’t it? Oh Yes. It has. We tended to get a dog after we had kids, they prefer to get the dog first.

They don’t have the luxury of jobs to choose from like we did, but they are better at self-starting and running their own companies. What they think of us is another thing. Not much, I imagine. We, the Greatest Generation, turned out to be the most dysfunctional. Must have been all the loud music, and pre-marital sex, and maybe even the drugs. And it was definitely the permissiveness.

It seems this next generation has the fortitude to rain in our generation, while offering us seats on the bus and chiding our choice of fashion. They certainly don’t want to dress like us. Who can blame them? Maybe some of them like our music, but still, given a choice prefer their own.

Well, one thing still stands.

Our music was the best! And so were our movies.

This next generation, however talented they may be with all things techy, have no concept of what real music sounds like, lack imagination when it comes to movie plots and scripts and I’m not sure what kind of writers they are, not sure I want to know.

Let’s see how permissive, tolerant and politically correct they are when they have kids, shall we?

Can’t wait.

On the other hand….maybe, just maybe, I can.

I know something they don’t know….yet.

Human nature doesn’t change, no matter what ‘society’ tends to dictate.

The Greatest Generation Had The Best Music


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I’ve heard it said that I come from the ‘greatest generation’ which means I was a kid in the 60’s.

So, keeping that in mind, of course we had the best music back then.

I grew up listening to The Mills Brothers, Nat King Cole, Andy Williams, Dean Martin, and of course all the great stuff that was on the radio at the time, that Generation Blah Blah now calls ‘Classic Rock’.

As if.

As if anyone who grew up on that stuff is now old and shaky and not only confused about what year it is, but possibly re-living it like it’s 1966.

Deja-vue all over again.

Ya, no way.

I’m stuck in the 80’s musically, but I still love my ‘classic rock’. You know, the stuff they will play when I’m in the retirement home.

The Animals, Stones, Beatles, Bob Dylan, The Kinks, The Beach Boys, Jan and Dean, Eric Clapton, Jim Morrison, Jimmy Hendrix, Janis Joplin, to name a few greats.

And Motown, I LOVE anything Motown, definitely the best!

Nothing Generation Blah Blah can come up with can even compare. Not even close.

The last time I heard good music was in the 60’s. Everything else is just noise. Everything after 1986, anyway.

Funny how our talented and musically driven generation gave birth to the least talented generation of all time.

Well, let’s see what their offspring can come up with, shall we?

Oh, I can hardly wait.

Failure To Launch


I remember reading an article in the 70’s outlining my generation as the “Lost Ones”.

It predicted that we would have it all early in life, and then lose it.

Aww, the 70’s. Remember them?

Sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll, and all that jazz.

We were the first ones our parents really worried about as far as getting into illegal substances. The Rocky Horror reared its ugly head and turned an entire generation into cult movie followers. We swam with Jaws, ate spaghetti with The Godfather, Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest, worried about the Apocalypse, re-examined our faith with The Exorcist, and had a Close Encounter with a Taxi Driver on Halloween.

We moved out early, and stayed out, at least for most of our adult life, anyway. We went to university, and for the most part paid our own way. Life was good. And we deserved it.

The economy was booming, there was still such a thing as job security, and there were tons of good paying jobs to be had. We were a laid back generation, with hope for a bright future. But we had an issue with authority and weren’t afraid to let our opinions be known. Cynically optimistic as I like to call it.

We went on to invent Microsoft, Apple, and Dell, built the Space Shuttle and created the internet. We got married, had kids, cottages and bush parties. And no matter how the years passed, we still wore jeans and rode our bikes. In so many ways, we refused to grow up, to part with the 70’s idealistic lifestyle.

Suddenly, we became senior executives, were getting divorced, our kids were moving back home, or we were losing our executive positions and moving back in with our aging parents.

So what happened to the sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll teenagers of the 70’s?

The economy took a turn for the worse, that’s what happened….The government began to run up debts it couldn’t repay. We who once questioned authority are now being questioned ourselves….about ever increasing taxes, bad political decisions, and wasteful management of finances. Our sense of entitlement has now come back to bite us.

We once fought out in the fields and demanded shelter, but now, all these years later, we are having a lot of trouble holding on. We are caught between generations, our aging parents who now are becoming our children, and our children who can’t afford to live on their own.

We are almost busier than humanely possible, still hanging on to classic rock as a comfort, still going to Stones concerts and wondering if our bell bottoms still fit. Dare we go there? Um…I’m thinking….no. Our parents stayed together, but our generation with its trail of broken relationships, broken dreams and forgotten promises has become more cynical than ever.

I remember wondering what kind of world our parents left us back then, and now I see how we mismanaged what we did have, over spent, over compensated and failed to really appreciate what we were so generously given by a generation who spoke honestly, knew the true value of a handshake, and the meaning of a dollar. We became wasteful, neglectful, treated everything as disposable, and our cynicism turned to outright resentment.

We only have ourselves to blame….

If this doesn’t apply to you, if you are still happily hanging in there, and I hope you are, please disregard. But, if for any reason, you can relate to anything I’ve mentioned, and I’ve left out a lot of course because of time and space issues, I hope you can relate when I say that our once ‘Lost Generation’ found it all, lost it again, and now is fast becoming invisible.

I dread to think what we are leaving the ones left behind….

Some Wisdom From The Generation That Can Spell


As a writer, I owe a lot to my readers. I owe everything.

Anyone who takes the time to read my blog is paying me a huge compliment.

They are telling me I matter. I have made a subtle difference in their day. They are reading what I have written and they might even share it if I am lucky.

But right here, right now, I feel lucky just to have readers.

Even if everyone doesn’t always agree with my style, or what I write about, they are honouring my willingness to put myself out there through the written word.

I am no longer just a voice in my head, a closet writer, or something the cat dragged in.

I have a tiny voice in the literary world and it is being heard.

My readers make me think like a writer. They push me forward, they expect my best and they fire-up my already over-active imagination.

I am not concerned about a huge fan base, seeing my name in lights, writing the next best-seller or appearing on Ed Sullivan, just happy to have a few readers who understand me.

My readers keep me humble. I draw my energy from them and I give it back in what ever article I am putting my heart and soul into. That can be somewhat risky, writing sometimes leaves me vulnerable. But I trust my readers, I know they mean well and I hope they think the same about me.

It’s a relationship built on trust, give and take, and sharing. I am giving myself as a writer and my readers are giving me their attention.

Who are my readers?

Only you know for sure.

All I know for sure is that you are out there somewhere. We are in this together. I am being read and without you, I am invisible.

I hope I never disappoint.