Thirtysomething dating a twenty something

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It didn’t take long after the rise of TV commercials in the mid-twentieth century for comedians to take note of just how ridiculous most of those commercials were.

Doctors selling cigarettes, housewives defending their laundry detergent as if any other detergent (the menacing "Brand X") were a threat to the American way of life — boob-tube marketing was a bottomless pit of material, and was bound to be soaked up by the sketch-comedy boom that followed shortly thereafter.

A singer, songwriter, painter, and trumpet player, her father worked as a waiter.

Her mother, Bettye, was raised in orphanages in Ohio with her three brothers until she was old enough to leave. The family moved to Arizona in 1959, and the landscape provided imagery ("Last Chance Texaco", "Flying Cowboys") for her early music.

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