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My parents were not into music
She mostly remembers Eddy Mitchell coming to her little town in the early 60s and teenagers arguing about records by the Beatles, one of them pronouncing the name correctly, the other pronouncing it the French way, thus telling her friend she had it all wrong.
He was into Boby Lapointe, puns galore.
She will talk about Brando and Perkins. Both for their buttocks, in Streetcar and Psycho.
He liked Orson Welles' Trial.
Apart from that, no idea what their fads were when they were circa 20.
Then I was born and I grew old.
They still don't listen to music.
She liked Mulholland Drive.
I'd say he enjoyed L.A.Confidential.
They seem satisfied watching Anthony LaPaglia and his FBI crew.
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