I haven’t heard any of their records in years, though driving down through Pennsylvania on Bud Sushter’s highway, surfing the radio outside of Altoona I heard Walking on the Sun. I haven’t heard that record I swear in a quarter century.

It’s kind of a shitty pop song, but the lyrics struck me:

Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin’ and clappin’, man, what the hell happened?
Then some were spellbound, some were hellbound
Some, they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the meltdown
And their kids were hippie chicks, all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashing the true meaning of it

Twenty five years before 1997 would have been 1972. To think we are as far away from 1997 as I was from 1972 when I was in High School makes me feel so old!