So I had a discussion tonight with my friend about sixties music. Lucky for both of us, it was via text rather than in person, or else it probably would have been more of a brawl than a polite discussion where people take turns and treat each others’ opinions kindly.
My list: Doors, Hendrix, Joplin, Velvet Underground, Dylan, Stones, Pink Floyd, Donovan, Cream, Simon & Garfunkel, Status Quo, Van Morrison, Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Tommy Tames & The Shondells, Creedence.
His list: Marvin Gaye, Aretha Franklin, Little Stevie Wonder, Sonny and Cher, Pure Prairie League, The Mammas and the Papas, Peter Paul and Mary, Three Dog Night, The Turtles, Diana Ross and The Supremes, Neil Diamond, The Monkees, Righteous Brothers, Procol Harum.
He called my list drug spotted. I called his squeaky clean.
The biggest difference between us? Drugs. I do, crave, need, and depend on them. He loathes them. Ha!