Think back to high school. Remember the kid that was really into music, particularly rock, and knew who did what, when they did it, and could recite the complete career information for almost any rock musician the way some kids could for baseball players? I was that kid. Heck, considering the make up of this board, a lot of us were that kid. To give you an idea of when I was this kid (obviously, I'm not now, and haven't been for a long time!), I graduated from high school in 1975. I knew my seventies music, and I knew my sixties music. Anything post-Meet the Beatles was fair game, and I knew it all, at least in comparison to my fellow students. Now, I lived in a podunk, nowhere little town, and I knew the competition was weak. Shit, an obvious trivia question like "who was the Beatles first bass player" blew 95% of them out of the water, so this was no hotbed of rock information. However, something happened recently that has revealed to me that I was pretty much as ignorant of rock music as that dumb redneck jerk who thought that The Carpenter's We've Only Just Begun was the heighth of musical soul. Now, instead of identifying with Jack Black when I watch High Fidelity, I am forced to admit that I'm the clod who didn't own Blonde on Blonde...
You see, until three days ago, I thought Something in the Air was a Neil Young song.
Yes, anyone just a couple of years older than me with a functioning radio knew better, but I was a clueless moron, thinking I was cool because I listened to Mott the Hoople rather than the Starlight Vocal Band. Shit. I might has well have joined the rest of the fools and bought a Polyester Leisure Suit...