It was just ... I mean in this magazine you could read an article by this guy
that was illustrated by this guy
OK? I mean that's nuts right there. But then I turn a few more pages and hey here's another guy i know. OK, "know of." But no, I kinda know him, too.
Now I have it on good authority that nowadays you can be an "English major" without ever having read this dead white man. It was better in the 60s & 70s, but even then you could get through school thinking this guy never had to sweat a deadline but just sat around on the veranda, stroking his chin & drinking mint juleps and writing novels for English professors.
OK, so maybe Faulkner DID spend a lot of time sitting around on the veranda drinking mint juleps, but that's not my point.
My point is, in 1932 you could plop down a dime & buy a copy of a freaking mass market magazine and read Will Rogers & William Faulkner just like there was nothing to it.
Just another day. No big deal.
And not to mention the car ads - i'll get to those later.
But this is not the first time I have had a keen sense that I was somehow just born in the wrong decade. I am quite sincere when I say I often think I'd have been a better man, albeit much poorer, if I had been a man of the 1920s & 1930s, and not just because I wouldn't be the only one who was into wearing cool hats.
Although that's part of it.
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Careful what you wish for, Mr. Whom. If you were a man of the 20s/30s, you'd get no Kinks.
But the genie gave me 3 wishes! What could possibly go wrong? :-)
... and no Beatles, and no Stones, and the list goes on...BTW, while most of the songs that I played with Roger the other night have gone straight outta my head, we did end up with "Pour That Whiskey..." or whatever that's called, you know the one...Roger sez Rocker's Lament has been pretty idle lately, especially now that the Mug don't do live music anymore - yes, the end of an era, sad but true!
I think Roger just called it "The Whiskey Song," and Here it is, video’d by a good friend-o-mine.
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