Foxy "My singing Kareoke would really be
entertaining (I'm tone deaf)..."

my experience of Kareoke, being "harmonically challenged" is a prerequisite.

My daughter is getting married in a few weeks - I know they are having kareoke.... I must get my ex wife up there.... (evil grin)... maybe do a duet with her... (even more evil grin)..

Dear Col,

Congratulations on your daughter's
upcoming wedding. I hope the weather
will be beautiful for her.

I imagine you'd be great singing a
duet with your ex.

You could sing the traditional
"Anniversary song," and add a touch of
humour to it:

"Oh, how we danced on the night we were wed,
(I needed a wife like a hole in the head)
or
(We danced and we danced 'cause there wasn't a bed).

But the one I think would suit you is:

"Hey, Big Spender."

The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a
man of distinction
A real big spender
Good looking, so refined
Say wouldn't you like to know
What's going on in my mind

So let me get to the point
I don't pop my cork
for every guy I see
Her Big spender
Spend a little time with me..."

I get the impression that poor old Boazy 'missed' the 60s, although not for the usually cited reasons.

Poor bugger - it was a great time to be alive and young.

Dear Polycarp,

Songs - stir the soul.

Can't you see from the reactions that
people are having?

Isn't that why this music is referred to
as "The Golden Oldies?"

Sit back and share the moment with everyone
else.

We're not on a "Highway to Hell," here,
we're in heaven right now!

Aaah Foxy... yes I know.. it surely is as you describe.

Life has taught me two things :)

1/ Most of such euphoria is illusory and transitory...

2/ If you mention that.. you end up alone at the non fire end of the lounge room :)

CJ.. ur RIGHT.. I missed out on some of the 60s.. as I was being regularly beaten half to death by the preceeding intake at the RAAF electronics squadron. Along with spit polishing their shoes.. bringing back a box of matches from the Canteen...one match at a time :)
But we did have one very INTENSE moment.. and I mean intense.. I've related this before.. the Sharpies were infesting every corner of Melbourne.. bashing, raping.. thieving..even killing.. police could not contain them.. so we did a 'clean up' :) after they bashed one of our blokes.. a goodly number of RAAF members went into Melbourne on a Saturday night, in full uniform and hunted down anyone in a Maroon cardigan with pin striped wide trousers. The Police only asked one thing "Leave enough to arrest"..yes indeedy..that was 'intense'.

I saw through the shallowness of the flower power/free love/turn on and trip out thingy...didn't use drugs.. never have. (except the odd drunken binge during that time)

I'm glad youtube and video's didn't exist then.. or some bright spark might have caught me wandering starkers around the barracks peuking at each one.

Personally, I found the whole peace and love thing far more uplifting than the militaristic, institutionalised violence and bastardisation mentality that it sought to replace (ultimately unsuccessfully). Here's a song for Boazy from 1968, about exactly that:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ibjtq3LSm4Q

"Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Well then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No!

Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No!
Get down

Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No!
Get down"

(Jagger/Richards, 1968)