> And, tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we have reached the absolute  apogee 
> of Boomer self-involvement:



John, please don't assume that this blowhard is the spokesperson for my 
generation. Especially on Christmas Day, that's a horrid association to wipe 
off my shoes on a day of peace. He's just a self-inflated whiner who spins 
the same screed over and over and over. My Dad couldn't understand "that 
noise" I was playing (Beatles, Stones, etc.) when the Dorsey Brothers and 
Andy Williams were right there for the taking, but he didn't torture me with 
a daily column.

It's amusing that I can like so much of the same music this guy does, but 
his method of expressing his opinion is so offensive that I feel like we 
don't. The amount of great songwriters hitting their creative zenith between 
64-69 is mind-numbing, but not at the exclusion of the rest of recorder 
history. Enjoy what moves you, fergoshsakes, without having to find its 
place on the All Time Roster Of Greatness.

Merry Christmas, Auditeers. Hope you are all safe and sound and enjoying the 
warmth of family and friends. Play it loud!

cheers
b