because the sixties didn't just end with the '60s
AT CHRISTMAS A NUMBER OF YEARS AGO, I met my sister’s boyfriend Mark, who was two generations younger than I was. Not understanding what his tastes in anything were except that he liked good-looking women, my present to him was a book, Swingin’ Chicks Of The ’60s. It’s a collection of photos and biographies of 101 women famous for their beauty decades ago. [Read more] “a look at 101 swinging chicks of the swinging ’60s”
ON JANUARY 29, 1966, one of the strangest hit records in popular music made its debut on the Cash Box Top 100 chart. It was a simple, folk-like song that sounded like it should have been played over the closing credits of a movie, not played round-the-clock on Top 40 radio stations across the country. [Read more] “ssgt barry sadler and the ballad of the green berets (plus a few dominoes)”
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because the sixties didn’t just end with the ’60s
Mystically liberal Virgo enjoys long walks alone in the city at night in the rain with an umbrella and a flask of 10-year-old Laphroaig who strives to live by the maxim, “It ain’t what you know that gets you into trouble; it’s what you know that just ain’t so.
I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn, and a college dropout (twice!). Occupationally, I have been a bartender, jewelry engraver, bouncer, landscape artist, and FEMA crew chief following the Great Flood of ’72 (and that was a job that I should never, ever have left).
I am also the final author of the original O’Sullivan Woodside price guides for record collectors and the original author of the Goldmine price guides for record collectors. As such, I was often referred to as the Price Guide Guru, and—as everyone should know—it behooves one to heed the words of a guru. (Unless, of course, you’re the Beatles.)
