Four words: Estes model rocket igniters.
We used to light off the rocket engines without putting them in a rocket. Stupid but fun.
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Four words: Estes model rocket igniters.
^^^ Signs you're getting old. Your parents said the same thing about rock 'n' roll.
Then you are listening to the wrong music. Or, more likely, listening to music wrong.But rock 'n' roll at least had rhythm AND melody AND harmony. It's easier for me to classify some of what I hear today as poetry rather than music.
I had one of these Kustom bass amps along with the Kustom no tuck and roll cousin Kasino bass amp.
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I think this post went south with the phrase, "How come we made the best music of the century?" I think without that, this thread would have been interpreted as the harmless little lark Paula intended. Seen Paula's posts for a couple years now, she seems like a good and decent person without any ill intentions, and she's justifiably proud of what she's done in her life. But man, that little phrase, for all this post's good intentions, makes the whole post come across as one of those "You kids suck, we were so much better than you" posts that we see so often on here. Sorry but it does. Maybe if it had been phrased like, "How come we were able to make such good music?" without the element of putting down the other music people made in the century, it would have been better received.
Just my opinion on it.
I'm of the opinion that every generation believes the music they grew up with is the best music, because it's inextricably linked with their youth and all the things that go along with that.
If there is something that was definitely drilled into my head as a kid in school during the 80s, it is that everything cool that our parents and older relatives enjoyed will kill us.
Sex will kill you.
Drugs will kill you.
Alcohol will kill you.
Relaxing will kill you.
Food will kill you.
Driving will kill you.
We weren't afraid of catching a venereal disease that was fatal.
But, but...until I actually grow up I have nothing to fetishize.![]()
I got number 30 in mine. Got drafted in '72. But due to a knee injury in football in '69, they declared me IV-F after examination by a specialist.
You don't have to, but it helps. You can typically afford to dive deeper down the rabbit hole the older you are.Damn. You gotta be an adult to possess fetishes? I really am doing it wrong.
I remember amps with tremolo and reverb with reverb springs that would make weird slinky noises if you bumped into the amp. I once played through an Oliver Amp that had a head that would rise out of the cabinet like the bulletproof shield on James Bond's Astin Martin when you pushed a button.
If there is something that was definitely drilled into my head as a kid in school during the 80s, it is that everything cool that our parents and older relatives enjoyed will kill us.
Sex will kill you.
Drugs will kill you.
Alcohol will kill you.
Relaxing will kill you.
Food will kill you.
Driving will kill you.
Like this? That is so cool! I never saw one of those amps before.
Then you are listening to the wrong music. Or, more likely, listening to music wrong.
One of the advantages of the music boom through to the 80s was that music was funneled through some very specific channels. Audiences were more or less told what to like through a series of AR reps, producers, labels, radio DJs, and TV shows.
Music today is a complete buffet. Classic media like radio, TV, magazines are really only looking at the tiniest tip of the iceberg. And you would be right to say it is garbage. You can find any kind of music that sounds like anything you want; the daunting part is sorting through the massive piles to get to what interests you.
One thing that can absolutely be said about the 60s and 70s is that there was a simplicity to things that doesn't exist anymore.
Oh, and that we were under threat of being kidnapped every second of every day. We were told even to be suspicious of other family members suddenly showing up to pick us up from some where.As it was drilled into our heads in the 60s.