•November 9, 2022•
By Jim Baumann
NP Guest Writer

Has anyone ever pointed out to you that something you’ve been saying for most of your life is not ... quite ... right?
While singing along to a song from your youth have you come to realize the lyrics you thought you knew were, well, something quite different?
I’ve been there and done that more than I’d like to admit.
Being the oldest child of parents who preferred Beethoven, Shostakovich, Tchaikovsky and Mozart, which are woefully short on lyrics, and Doris Day music, whose lyrics I’d like to forget, I was on my own to develop musical habits.
I had no older kids’ records to listen to. My wife is the youngest of seven, and she was fortunate to have Steppenwolf and a variety of bands and contemporary singers wafting throughout her family’s small Chicago Georgian as soon as she was loosed upon the world. For her, an introduction to music of the ’60s was inescapable.     Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.