Nostalgia


I was reading my friend Chris’ blog, and he had a list of five songs that “defined” his life. It made me think of this post I had written in March of 2005, so I’m reposting it again because I’m lazy. The original post was in response to a post from a twenty-something pup who listed his music and it was the music of HIS generation.

It got me thinking about the music of my life, music that would define who I am and I found that a very difficult task. Of course a life is not “defined” by music, but the music is a reflection and description of how we perceive ourselves at the moment – what experiences we are going through now, and in the past, and how those experiences impact our awareness of who we are or want to be. (more…)

This is long, real long. It’s not so much the “rest of the story” about church in the Panhandle as much as it is a ramble about doing church in the 60s and 70s. Read if you have time.

The 60s and 70s were a time of upheaval and discontent, on all levels. By the late 60s and early 70s our innocence had been shattered because of the assassinations of JFK, Martin Luther King, and Bobby Kennedy. There were the Kent State shootings, the Viet Nam War, drugs and Woodstock.

I’m going on down to Yasgur’s farm
I’m going to join in a rock n roll band
I’m going to camp out on the land
I’m going to try an get my soul free

Set my soul free. That was what we wanted from the church. In the late 60s The Jesus Movement took off. Of course it was started in California, but it soon would be rocking the nation with a “different” way of worshipping Jesus. Out of the Jesus Movement came performers who were the fore-runners of today’s “contemporary” Christian music artists. But back then there wasn’t as much hype and money. There were such artists as Andrae Crouch, Larry Norman, Evie, Randy Stonehill, Keith Green, Russ Taff, Amy Grant, Petra, and Chuck Girard and Love Song (with one Phil Keaggy). They had long hair and played guitars and sang praises to Jesus. On the Sunset Strip, Arthur Blessitt opened his nightclub and coffee house called “His Place.” There were bumper stickers proclaiming “Jesus is my Bag,” “Honk if you love Jesus,” “Smile, God Loves You,” and “One Way – His Way.” There were little round orange stickers that said we were “Hooked on Jesus,” and “Turned on to Jesus.” And it was all coming into the Panhandle much to the chagrin of traditionalists. (more…)

Growing up in the Panhandle of Texas gives me a different perspective of church than some of you.  Here’s what I mean.  When you grow up in the Bible Belt (and yes, Texas is a part of the Bible Belt, some might even say it’s the Belt Buckle but I doubt that) you grow up in a very Christianized society.  In the Bible Belt, we were the last to turn loose of segregation, the Blue Law, and the last people to streak  long after the fad had peaked.  You didn’t grow your hair long and you didn’t listen to rock and roll.  If you were a Christian, you didn’t smoke, drink or chew.  And you certainly didn’t go with girls who do.  Well, some of us didn’t. 

And church was the same way.  It was conservative, main-stream Christianity and you read from the King James.  The choirs were always full, and when you brought in an evangelist to bring us “revival,” he preached hell fire and damnation. (“If you were to walk out the door tonight and get hit by a truck, where would you spend eternity?  Let me see a show of hands if you prayed the sinner’s prayer with me.  I see that hand.  And that one.  And that one.”) Revivals happened every year, usually twice.  There was the Fall Revival and then the Spring Revival.  And sometimes you had a city wide crusade in the high school football stadium where all the Southern Baptist (SBC) churches came together – but not the Methodist, Church of Christ, or Catholics. (more…)

Bar Bar A had a post where she listed the top 20 TV shows from when she graduated high school. I thought that was interesting to look at, so here’s my list:

  1. All in the Family
  2. The Flip Wilson Show
  3. Marcus Welby M.D.
  4. Gunsmoke
  5. ABC Movie of the Week
  6. Sanford and Son
  7. Mannix
  8. Funny Face
  9. Adam 12
  10. The Mary Tyler Moore Show
  11. Here’s Lucy
  12. Hawaii Five-O
  13. Medical Center
  14. The NBC Mystery Movie
  15. Ironside
  16. The Partridge Family
  17. The F.B.I.
  18. The New Dick Van Dyke Show
  19. The Wonderful World of Disney
  20. Bonanza

The top 10 songs:

  1. Joy To The World – Three Dog Night
  2. Maggie May – Rod Stewart
  3. One Bad Apple – The Osmonds
  4. Family Affair – Sly And The Family Stone
  5. Knock Three Times – Dawn 6. Gypsys, Tramps And Thieves – Cher
  6. Indian Reservation – Paul Revere/The Raiders
  7. Treat Her Like A Lady – Cornelius Brothers And Sister Rose
  8. Black Magic Woman – Santana
  9. Draggin’ The Line – Tommy James

Some prices:

Cost of a new home: $28,300.00
Median Household Income: $9,028.00
Cost of a first-class stamp: $0.06 ($0.08 as of 5/16/71)
Cost of a gallon of regular gas: $0.36
Cost of a dozen eggs: $0.53
Cost of a gallon of Milk: $1.18

60s Flashback 70s Flashback 80s Flashback 90s Flashback

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Here's an old post of mine (March'05), being re-posted because of my current "flash-back" mind set. Sorry to those who've already read it, or even remember it.

Jeff Taylor, on his website/blog, listed some songs that he said defined his life, at least up to this point. He asked his readers to come up with their own lists. The only stipulations were: no repeat artists, no worship music, and you could only use 12 songs. It got me thinking about the music of my life, music that would define who I am and I found that a very difficult task. Of course a life is not "defined" by music, but the music is a reflection and description of how we perceive ourselves at the moment – what experiences we are going through now, and in the past, and how those experiences impact our awareness of who we are or want to be.

The lists, both his and mine, also got me thinking about what, and who, "defines" a generation. I didn't recognize many of the artists or songs listed on his list, or those of his 20-something year old readers. And that is the way it should be. Every generation has their own music that they can call their own. But looking at the lists I couldn't tell what defines his generation, at least what they perceive as defining them. Does a generation know at the time that a particular incident or event will impact and change them into who they will become years from now? Or do we only know what influenced us 25, 30 years down the road? Take my generation for instance. (more…)

I say use to because I truly believe you can grow out of the hippie mindset and become "one of them." I became one of them a long time ago, and sometimes I miss my jeans with holes in them (I still have jeans with holes in them but they are now used for painting and working in the yard). I sometimes miss my long hair because now my hair is thin and grey. I sometimes miss the ability to pack all my belongings into the car and move to another city, because now I have to be responsible and work at a job to pay for all the things we've acquired. Don't get me wrong, I don't regret not being a hippie anymore, just sometimes I miss it. There is something deep inside me that stirs my emotions when I see my younger friends (and even some of my older friends) who can still grow their hair long, pulled back into a pony-tail. Today, I would be the one with the earring, and the tattoo, and the long hair. Not spiked or red, just long. My dad hated my hair and music and we almost came to blows several times over it. I was the one who was a non-conformist, in a conformist kind of way – we were all "individuals" who looked alike. We wanted to "find ourselves" and didn't trust anyone over 30. The problem is we were always trying to find ourselves in drugs and sex and music and rebellion and Height-Ashberry hype (if you don't get this last reference you're too young to understand). But some of us never really found ourselves, and some of us are still looking. And we were users. My parent's generation is often called "The Greatest Generation." My generation? The "Me Generation." Says a lot, does it not? It was always about us. When I became a Christian I became a "Jesus Freak." We brought guitars and drums and that rebellious spirit into the church and delighted in the shock and disgust of the older generation. I suppose that's why it has always been difficult for me in the church, difficult being a Christian. I've always tried to make it about me. What could I get out of it. And usually I got nothing. I've tried to conform for such a long time but it never really set well, so I became the kind of Christian who could say all the right things but never really believed any of it, never really lived any of it. Even after I "got saved," I lived life on MY terms. I was called a stoner last night, but that isn't accurate – I was more of social smoker. The drug scene was never really my thing. But I was able to score some good stuff from my friends at church. If my parents and preacher knew what went on in our youth group they would have had a heart attack. (more…)