May 20, 2024
As bad as things seem these days, I'm here to tell you that in the Sixties it was just as bad, if not worse. One big difference, though, is we mostly duked it out on vinyl.
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Jukebox Politics Sixties Style.
"There's something happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear. There's a man with a gun over there, tellin' me I got to beware. . ."
"I read about some squirrely guy who claims he just don't believe in fightin,' an' I wonder just how long the rest of us can count on bein' free. They love our milk an' honey, but they preach about some other way of livin', when they're runnin' down my country, hoss, they're walkin' on the fightin' side of me."
"We don't make a party out of lovin', we like holdin' hands and pitchin' wood. We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy, like the hippies out in San Francisco do. . ."
"No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down. Like a wheel gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around. . .Hey, mama, look at me, I'm on the way to the Promised Land, I'm on the Highway to Hell. . ."
And, of course, it wasn't all angst and seriousness.
"Yummy, yummy, yummy, I got love in my tummy and I feel like lovin' you. . ."
"Rock's not dead. It just goes to bed at a more reasonable hour."
—Creem, the rock music magazine in an ad to revive the publication
I believe the correct term is "pitching woo", another way of saying making love or at least the preliminaries leading up to same.
ReplyDeleteA comment was made regarding the phrase “pitching woo,” to which I add: you’re right. I believe BBB said pitching wood. As a prolific typo maker myself, I had to chuckle. Perhaps BBB loves playing chess ♟️ and was thinking of “pushing wood,” when he was writing ✍️ the phrase “pitching woo” and his thoughts got tangled up. And “pitching wood” was the result. Either way, it made me smile as most of his writings do. A writer myself, I appreciate his efforts typos or not. One veteran to another I salute him. Long may he write.
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