Words and Music and Then and Now

I consider myself one of the last baby boomers; asleep in my cradle as an assassin tore camelot asunder, legally overt segregation in its final years. My peers and I were born at the end of an epoch of innocence, and entered into a culture of anything but. One of my earliest musical memories is Woodstock… I think. I was…

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OK, I may not be the LAST Baby Boomer… but almost. ’62, ’63, ’64, these demographical assignments are not an exact science. The thing is – I have my perspective. It began sometime around “Woodstock” (they say 7 is the age of reason) and took hold through the following decade. I still think I’m cooler…