Class of 1800

Children once thrilled to brilliant musicians
    Hayden and Mozart, Shubert and Shuman

  My generation grew up on playboys and madmen
    Hugh Hefner and Alfred E. Newman

  The musicians gave brilliant exhibitions
    My generation shed its inhibitions
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Tor Avatar
July 8, 2023 at 12:15 AM
Love Mad Magazine read for years....
Rodrigues Avatar
July 5, 2023 at 5:46 PM
Love that middle verse. How true that is. I used to read Mad magazine so many moons ago :)
Wolf Avatar
July 6, 2023 at 8:30 AM
Oh, then you know my cousin, Alfred E. Newman! ~ Gershon S. Oldman
Watt Avatar
July 4, 2023 at 10:43 PM
Nicely put. To think those composers did all they did without the aid of the internet, synthesizers, recording equipment, microphones, sampling, or software ~ What Me Worry?
Wolf Avatar
July 6, 2023 at 8:35 AM
Kind of like the Moon Landing in 1969, using technology programmed largely in Fortran IV. How did they do it?! I think the answer is that man's fears and inhibitions multiply the more he relies on super-advanced technology. ~ Just sayin'
Hawkins Avatar
July 4, 2023 at 10:02 PM
Mine it's superstitions (some of them anyway!)
Wolf Avatar
July 6, 2023 at 8:38 AM
Keep shedding those superstitions, Shirley - except for the one about black-hats. lol. :)
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