When Clif and I got up this morning and looked out the window onto our backyard, this is what we saw.
So instead of complaining about the weather, I thought I would honor the snow by including the link to the terrific song “Snow (Hey Oh)” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I suppose now is a good time to admit that I’m a big fan of rock and roll, from the Stones in the early 1960s to today’s rock music.
I came of age in the 1970s, when there was such good music—Carole King, Joni Mitchell, James Taylor—and when my children became teenagers in the 1990s, I liked their music just as well. (All right. Maybe not Nine Inch Nails, but you can’t like everything.) When it came to music, there was no generation gap between me and my daughters.
In fact, there hasn’t been much of a generation gap at all between baby boomers and their children. Certainly not as much as there was between baby boomers and their parents. My parents didn’t think much of the music I listened to, and I absolutely hated theirs. There were so many differences between my generation and my parents’ generation—the clothes we wore, our philosophies, our goals and ambitions.
Now that I am older, I understand where my parents—children of the Great Depression—were coming from, a time of scarcity and terrible uncertainty. It is no wonder that my parents’ generation valued security and stability so much. Their cautiousness was a result of growing up in very hard times, and I now realize that all my parents really wanted was to give their children a better life than they had had. And they did.
As a teenager, of course, I didn’t have this perspective, and I constantly chafed against what I considered my parents’ stodgy, old fashioned ways. (Could they have looked any dorkier in their square dancing outfits? It made me cringe just to look at them.)
But I digress. Back to Red Hot Chili Peppers and “Snow (Hey Oh).”
“In between the cover of another perfect wonder where it’s so white
That’s how it was in Maine when it snowed last night.