My parents played an eclectic mix of folk (Ochs, Harry Belafonte, Kingston Trio, Simon & Garfunkel, Jacqueline Sharpe’s (writer of the MTA song) “No More War” album, etc.), Classical music, and Broadway show tunes from 1930-1970 (I can still sing along with most Broadway tunes from those years). I remember sitting at the dinner table one night while my Mom put on the new album she had just bought that day, “Hair”. When the cast started singing “sodomy, fellatio, cunnilingus, pederasty, father why do these words sound so nasty? Masturbation can be fun, join the holy orgy Kama Sutra everyone”, my father turned red, looked at me and with an accusing tone roared “what the hell are you playing?” I just smiled and calmly replied “it’s Mom’s!”
Bill, tgo
