I didn’t realize how much I loved growing up in the ‘70s until I recently got satellite radio in my car. I programmed lots of stations (Grateful Dead, Alt Nation, Coffeehouse, Classic Vinyl, NPR, etc…) and then went to “7” for ‘70s. During the actual ‘70s, when I was in high school, I was a GD, Neil Young, The Band, Stones, Jackson Brown, Talking Heads, Peter Frampton, Doors kind of girl. And David Bowie. Loved David Bowie (Ziggy Stardust, Station to Station, oh my…). In the late ‘70s Punk came on the scene and I dabbled in that, too, (Clash, Ramones, Sex Pistols) but didn’t jump full-in until college in the ‘80s.
I remember being at a party in high school, in the basement of some kids house, and the music was decidedly disco. Half the football team and tons of cheerleaders and lots of other kids were drinking and dancing and kind of line-humping in a drunken daze to some very funkadelic disco song. I was on the sidelines with some friends, grumbling about how “disco sucks” and wishing they’d put on rock. What a dick I was when I was 17. Now when I hear, “Brick House” by the Commodores, usually when I’m at a bar mitzvah, I’m the first one on the dance floor because they’re playing my song! But I digress.
Satellite radio is amazing because I’d never buy or steal anything by, say Marilyn McCoo and Billy Davis Jr. or Abba or the Bee Gees. But I love turning on my ‘70s radio and listening! And how is it that I know all the words to these ‘70s songs? It’s the weirdest experience when Rod Stewart lyrics fall gently out of my mouth or I hear myself belting out the chorus to a great John Cougar Mellencamp song, before he dropped the Mellencamp. Artists like Billy Joel and Elton John, both of whom I thought were a little faggy when I was a teenager (in the ‘70s use of that word) I can now appreciate and actually love. A few summers ago I actually ran into Billy Joel, who was showing off his fancy expensive motorcycle at a dive bar near my house, and it was hard for me to reconcile the dumpy, balding, middle-aged guy (strutting nevertheless) with the vibrant, petulant youth who wrote and sang the songs on “The Stranger.” Ok, he was still strutting and let’s not address the fact that we were both at a beach dive bar, ok?
I’m done. I love the music from the ‘70s. Pretty much all of it. What about you?