I wasn’t alive in 1964, but it didn’t matter.
As a child of the late 1970s, I grew up with that year ringing in my ears. My earliest musical memories came courtesy of my parents, mostly my mother. The radio was on in the car from the minute she turned the key in the ignition. Instead of Cyndi Lauper, Prince, Madonna, and other ’80s artists on the dial during my adolescence, the oldies station was always on.