+ Follow BANG-BANG AND FADED GLORY Tag
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[Summary] => Slitherin’ lizards, do you remember the Seventies? As it happens, I do remember exactly when the Sixties segued into the Seventies – at 11:59 of Jan. 31, 1969, natcherly – but what I meant was, I know exactly what I was doing back then: looking out a window in our apartment in UP Village at the night sky, wishing upon starbursts (for what I can only imagine were the affections of a girl). "It’s 1970," I remember telling myself. I was turning 16 in two weeks.
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As I might’ve predicted, last week’s column on the ‘60s drew a rash of reactions from my fellow fogeys – most of them happy to have been reminded of a time when the UP Ikot jeepney driver gave you change on a 10-centavo coin (likely as not, from his ear, which used to be a fairly convenient if less-than-hygienic coin purse), some of them livid with rage (I’m exaggerating, guys, no need to grab your keyboards) at the selections I made and the songs I left out.
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BANG-BANG AND FADED GLORY
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