Shoot me now. Actual conversation at work:Me: Wow. Crosby, Stills and Nash already sold out for June 12 at
Chateau Ste. Michelle.
Coworker: Whoever he is.
Me: ... Crosby, Stills and Nash. [Bringing up our CSN
artist page]
Coworker: OK, whoever they are.
Me: [boggling] You are kidding.
Coworker: Chris, Chris, Chris, you have to accept it: you're
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My parents are a different kind of hippie, I suppose. More of the "love your mama earth" and, "here, take some Valerian root for that headache" (the granola-crunch part of Chris' comment) than anti-war protesters, perhaps that's the difference?
I suspect what's more likely is that my mom loved them (verified) and my dad probably didn't (totally unverified, but he tends to hate that kind of music) so she didn't play it. Mom: totally into Kumbaya and all that, Dad: put up with the Kumbaya and all that.
Though, as I've been doing my homework, I've determined: Totally familiar with "Love the One You're With".
Verdict: My parents failed me as a hippie, but totally win for granola-crunch! :D
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