- CRITTER TALK
My politics were rehashed phrases that I picked up from the Media – references to the Military Industrial Complex and Che Guevara, neither of which I really understood. I was a Buddhist (or so I thought) because it seemed cool, and chicks dug it.
We listened to Jethro Tull, Deep Purple, Black Sabbath and ELP. Our young, uneducated ears rejected both Brubeck and Beethoven. The Religious Right – and yes, they were around back then, too – decried our music as the work of Satan.
No, we didn’t bring guns to school, but we did bring switchblade knives, home made explosives, booze stolen from our parents – and Gen-Y certainly didn’t invent drugs. I spent most of my Junior High school days in a daze. By the way, Brenda Ann Spencer – the 16 year-old girl who shot up a San Diego Elementary school, only to be immortalized by the Boomtown Rats in their song, “I Don’t Like Mondays” – did so, way back in ’79.
So what’s my point? Wolves – a noble and beautiful creature – are social animals. They live in packs, and those packs have rules and social mores. The Alpha wolf knows that eventually, a dominant cub will challenge his authority. He’ll put the rebel down, but the youngster won’t give up and in the end, the elder wolf will cede his power. He knows this. Instinctively, he’s known it all his life. It is the nature of the young to rebel, and it is the nature of the old to fear the young.
When we grew out of our crazy adolescent periods, we told ourselves we were finding our own identity. It’s no different now. You don’t like Hip-hop or House Music? It’s OK. My parents didn’t like the Grateful Dead. There’s nothing wrong with the kids today, that wasn’t wrong with us as well.
When I see a kid with his pants falling down and his hat on backwards, I think – there but for the grace of God, go I.