September 24, 2016

Boomer Anthems: Heard It Through the Grapevine

The 1968 Original from Marvin Gaye:

Then as used in over the titles of the generation defining film, The Big Chill:

And yes, this is how we looked and dressed and drove and went off to work in the 80s. At least, that's how I looked and dressed and drove when I worked for the Cosmodemonic Magazine Company and Ye Olde American Book Publisher in Boston.

At the time Richard Corliss of Time described The Big Chill as a "funny and ferociously smart movie," stating:

“These Americans are in their 30s today, but back then they were the Now Generation. Right Now: give me peace, give me justice, gimme good lovin'. For them, in the voluptuous bloom of youth, the '60s was a banner you could carry aloft or wrap yourself inside. A verdant anarchy of politics, sex, drugs and style carpeted the landscape. And each impulse was scored to the rollick of the new music: folk, rock, pop, R&B. The armies of the night marched to Washington, but they boogied to Liverpool and Motown. Now, in 1983, Harold & Sarah & Sam & Karen & Michael & Meg & Nick—classmates all from the University of Michigan at the end of our last interesting decade—have come to the funeral of a friend who has slashed his wrists. Alex was a charismatic prodigy of science and friendship and progressive hell raising who opted out of academe to try social work, then manual labor, then suicide. He is presented as a victim of terminal decompression from the orbital flight of his college years: a worst-case scenario his friends must ponder, probing themselves for symptoms of the disease.
For once, Corliss was on the money.

Then....the 1970 Upgrade. Creedence's 11 Minute cut. Used the world over when the love light was on, replacing the Doors' "Light My Fire" as the numero uno "getting it on" music.

Posted by gerardvanderleun at September 24, 2016 9:19 AM
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In the '60s I was thinking about retirement. In the '80s I was in my second decade of first retirement and self-employed enough to require filing a Schedule C. At the millenium I was fully retired. 'Fraid all that crap sailed over my head, or under my feet, or something. Never noticed it. Then came the web, and now I'm accosted constantly with angst, anger, restlessness, fretting, worriment and on and on and on.

Posted by: BillH at September 24, 2016 10:25 AM

There was only one non-retard in the The Big Chill, the square guy. The rest of the characters might as well have been zombies in search of brainz.

Posted by: chuck at September 24, 2016 7:48 PM

What was left out of The Big Chill, and what all its breathless admirers (Richard Corliss) missed completely, is that all those exemplars of the Miraculous Sixties Generation were the children of privilege. None of them risked a thing while they were busily congratulating themselves on how courageous they were.

It wasn't that much fun for some of us, even though we did go to college. The specter of a future without a net (parents) was too much with us.

Posted by: Rob De Witt at September 25, 2016 9:54 AM

Compare and contrast. CCR then, and today's pajama boys. Our young men today must be growing up on a steady diet of fem pills. Ick.

Posted by: John A Fleming at September 25, 2016 11:30 PM