[mburbank]

Well, see now, this is what I'm saying, though it's in the form of whiney middle aged crankiness, but it seems to me, a style comes in that in some way is actually indicative of something. Good, bad, whatever, when folks started wearing long hair, little blue glasses and tie die shirts, you could be pretty sure none of them were voting for goldwater. I look at your icon, and when the guy I see in it's look was new, you might not know much, but you'd know he wasn't into politics , he listened to a certain type of music and he wasn't aganst sudden displays of unprovoked, unpredicatble violence. Dudes in white ployesteher suits at one point were unlikely to tell you disco sucked or Cocaine was a filthy habbit.

But fifteen to twenty years later the nostlagia wave catches up and after that from then on it's a free for all. And it's always folks with some disposable income. In my neck of the woods (Massachusettes) in Harvard square and Newburyport, disaffected offspring of reasonably well off parents congragate and resemble some sort of poorly acted social studies pageant attempting (and failing) to depict the march of fashion.

I tell you, it's no use learning the semiotics of a given moment. I can't understand a word those "Hip Hoppers" say! And Get the HELL OFF MY DAMN LAWN!