Thursday, September 16, 2010

Menopausal Stoners Musical Influences: Ian Dury

I was thinking about Hippies today because of a post by Phil Polizatto on World Wide Hippies. World Wide Hippies is a growing organization I learned about through Social Media. Phil Polizatto wrote a book called Hunga Dunga: The Confessions of an Unapologetic Hippie . His article on World Wide Hippies sort of said, "Hippies of the World Unite" (Come Out! Come Out! Where ever you are).

Demographically speaking, Menopausal Stoners are a teensy bit younger than Original Hippies. The draft lottery was over a few years before the boys in our class would have had to register for the Draft. We were scared shitless, but we got out of Vietnam.

We didn't die in a nuclear war, either. I was absolutely convinced that we would all die in a nuclear war especially after Ronald Regan became president. We didn't, though. We played at Existential Nihilism and listened to Punks like Ian Dury.

Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll, From New Boots and Panties, 1977:

Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Is all my brain and body need
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Are very good indeed

Keep your silly ways or throw them out the window
The wisdom of your ways, I've been there and I know
Lots of other ways, what a jolly bad show
If all you ever do is business you don't like

Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Is very good indeed

Every bit of clothing ought to make you pretty
You can cut the clothing, grey is such a pity
I should wear the clothing of Mr. Walter Mitty
See my tailor, he's called Simon, I know it's going to fit

Here's a little piece of advice
You're quite welcome it is free
Don't do nothing that is cut price
You know what that'll make you be
They will try their tricky device
Trap you with the ordinary
Get your teeth into a small slice
The cake of liberty


Blogger Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

Love that song. I used to have it on a Stiff Records compilation album, and yes, it was a real album not a tape or CD.

September 17, 2010 at 12:13 AM  
Blogger Commander Zaius said...

The draft lottery was over a few years before the boys in our class would have had to register for the Draft. We were scared shitless...

You have read my stuff before about bringing the draft back, I figure if upper middle class suburbanites were scared their children might have to get killed fighting wars Bush might have had a harder time getting us in Iraq.

We didn't die in a nuclear war...

I still don't believe we are completely out of the woods on that one yet.

September 17, 2010 at 2:35 AM  
Blogger PENolan said...

DrMVM - I still have that record and Talking Heads 77. Actually, I still have a lot of vinyl but no turn table in sight.

Beach - Point taken: We didn't die in a nuclear war YET.
I'm still thinking a global environmental disaster will get us.

September 17, 2010 at 6:32 AM  
Blogger VV said...

That's got a funky bit. I like it!

September 17, 2010 at 9:02 AM  
Blogger Tuesday Taylor said...

Can a mid-40 something be a hippy if she was raised by hippies?

September 17, 2010 at 1:15 PM  
Blogger PENolan said...

Amy - you know it!
Check out Phil's article if you get a chance, though. He's like a Hippie Recruiter.

September 17, 2010 at 4:42 PM  
Blogger Jaliya said...

Oh, jeez ... Those were the days, eh?

... Yeah, I remember lying in bed one night during the summer of 1982, when I was 23 and sure that Reagan's decision to invade Grenada was the beginning of the end ... KABOOM ...

I never got into punk ... skirted it via The Cars, Blondie and Robert Palmer ...


September 17, 2010 at 5:33 PM  
Blogger lisahgolden said...

Wow - that took me back to the days of riding around in my sister's car smoking her cigarettes. Did I know how to do 7th grade or what?

September 17, 2010 at 11:16 PM  
Blogger Mr. Charleston said...

Reminds me of the old White Witch tune "It's So Nice To Be Stoned."

A little too straight to be an original hippie, I was an original war protester before the draft lottery. Stationed in Europe when the war was cranking up, I was informed that my tour of duty might be extended and be sent to Viet Nam. I informed them they could look for me in Sweden. Fortunately, my tour was up and they just kicked me out. I still believe it took more courage to refuse to serve than it did to go. Bless Jimmy Carter for pardoning all of them.

September 18, 2010 at 8:42 AM  
Blogger Jonny Gray said...

I feel like I missed all the fun. Just too late for the original hippies. Arrived at sexual awareness just as AIDS and the backlash against sexual freedom took hold.

If it weren't for the music of the 80s, I might not have made it. Thank the Indie music gods for Athens, GA and Austin, TX! And while the politics got crazier and crazier, at least the weed got better and better.

I too find a grain of solace in the fact that for half a century we've had the capacity for nuclear self-annihilation but haven't pushed the button. Not that we should ever relax into atomic destruction as passe', but still...

Instead, as you suggest, it will probably be the endocrine disruptors or some other environmental degradation that gets us.

Bummer. Pass the bong.

September 18, 2010 at 9:18 AM  
Blogger PENolan said...

Jaliya, I still listen to some favorite Blondie songs, but I'm just learning about jazz.

Lisa - you're that much younger then me? Bitch. Mr. C - you're that much older than me? Whew! Jimmy Carter did some good stuff. Too bad nobody listened to him about dependency on oil . . .

Bungy, Bummer indeed.

September 18, 2010 at 2:22 PM  
Blogger Jaliya said...

Ooh! -- If you're learning about jazz, talk to me! I've adored it since I was four!

September 21, 2010 at 6:22 PM  

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