There was one of those NPR fund  raisers awhile back. You know, with aged facsimiles of “our” rock and roll hall of famers.  Singing oldies and goodies.  A pan of the audience revealed grandma types singing along. 

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don't criticize

What you can't understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is

Rapidly agin'.

Please get out of the new one

If you can't lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin'.

That's your grandma out there singing the lyrics.  Its just not the same

as seeing my mother sing along with songs from her era.

Happy days are here again

The skies above are clear again

So let's sing a song of cheer again

Happy days are here again

Altogether shout it now

There's no one

Who can doubt it now

So let's tell the world about it now

Happy days are here again

Strange Days indeed as John Lennon said.   The same group also knew the lyrics to Mr. tambourine man.  "Hey mom, what's grandma singing about anyway.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling' ship

My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip

My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels

To be wanderin'

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade

Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way

I promise to go under it.

Is she going on a trip somewhere? 

A couple of friends and I once fantasized about creating a baby boomer streamline trailer park.  Or now with new technology of course a very green version (*see www site).  We could sit around the campfire and talk about the good old days

The problem was of course that none of us would be able to remember much so we'd end up with conversations like:

Wow that was some social movement wasn't it?

Yeah remember all those groups and all those things we did?

and the time that what's his name did that you know what using a what was it called?