True Love Ways

The other day I was standing in the kitchen watching my wife prepare dinner. I wasn’t helping. But I was being supportive. And that’s just the kind of guy I am. The stereo was on and my better half made a snide remark about the older I got the older my music got. You see I’d been to the CD store earlier in the week and blown a bundle and in her mind all I had to show for it was a bunch of 60s music, in particular Peter and Gordon. It wasn’t on original vinyl, but close enough. Now if you’re of a certain age you’ll remember Peter and Gordon as part of the British invasion of the 60s. You remember. That’s when a bunch of musical groups crossed the Atlantic to piss off our parents with their long hair and loud music. Now to me they were the greatest thing. We now had our own music. Not Benny Goodman and the like who our parents listened too. Somehow there was a bit of a stretch between The Animals, for example, and Benny Goodman.

Getting back to Peter and Gordon, I’d picked up this “Best of…” CD and thought it was kind of cool. You know, the type of thing that brings back memories. Now there’s a seven year age difference between my wife and I so she just isn’t into this kind of thing. Pink Floyd, okay. Not so much Peter and Gordon. For me the 60s were important. For her it was the 70s. She calls a lot of the stuff I revisit her “father’s music.” Well, dear, I’m happy to hear he had good taste. Now, take off that disco shit and put Peter and Gordon back on.

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6 thoughts on “True Love Ways”

  1. Give me Peter and Gordon over Pink Floyd any day. I don’t care it my age is showing.

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