In "Me and the Major," a scintillating blues harp soundtracks a pointless circular disagreement with an officious Boomer as to whether the Queen's army is where one goes to learn to be a man. Where does one go to learn to be a man? Or to learn anything, for that matter? The sins of the father are cheerfully sloughed off on the son.
Those of us in the latter two categories blame everyone older than us for the dire state of the world today (a viewpoint that sometimes ignores the fact that the world has been getting worse since the big bang). And let's face it, it's impossible to not be bewildered and feel attacked by people younger than you when they automatically dismiss your life experiences, start speaking seemingly in code (I still don't know what six-seven means) and laugh at your idea of fashion.