Music Hangout

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Here in this welcoming and highly interactive pad, cruise on over and share your quotes that resonate with you, anecdotes and stories, the “desert island” lists, and more. The bean bag chair is inviting, have some Good Earth tea, while we discuss the craziness and in-fighting that made Rumours such a compelling work of art, the hazy air of arena rock and days on the green, heroes lost too soon, and just how did RSO and the disco craze manage to gain such a foothold in a country rooted in good old rock and roll?!

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I welcome you to submit your own topic threads and I will add them to the page.

FAVORITE QUOTES FROM 1970s ARTISTS AND BANDS

“I mean there’s times to rock and roll, and I love that too. But I think my first love is acoustic music.”

-Graham Nash

“The great thing about the arts, and especially popular music, is that it really does cut across genres and races and classes.”

– Bonnie Raitt

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“The idea that I wrote something that stood for the way I feel about things, and that it lasts, that’s probably my favorite thing that I’ve done.”

-Jackson Browne

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FAVORITE STORIES AND ANECDOTES FROM 1970s ARTISTS AND BANDS (THE MORE OBSCURE THE BETTER!)

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Though hardly a story, it is a delightful tidbit illustrating, well, you be the judge. When you have a look at Billboard’s charts, the first Number One song of the 70s was “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head,” a masterful composition by Bacharach/David made even more special in the film Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Conversely, the final chart-topper of the decade was Rupert Holmes’ one-hit wonder celebrating the miasma of a failed marriage: “Escape (The Pina Colada Song).” Thus, mercurial.

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DESERT ISLAND LIST – 10 ALBUMS

Aja (Steely Dan, 1977)

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Court and Spark (Joni Mitchell, 1974)

Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only the Piano Player (Elton John, 1973)

Hotel California (Eagles, 1976)

JT (James Taylor, 1977)

Pat Metheny Group (1978)

Rumours (Fleetwood Mac, 1977)

Silk Degrees (Boz Scaggs, 1976)

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Souvenirs (Dan Fogelberg, 1974)

Tapestry (Carole King, 1971)

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DESERT ISLAND LIST – 10 SONGS

“Along the Road” (Dan Fogelberg, 1979)

“Come Down in Time” (Elton John, 1970)

“Faithless Love” (Linda Ronstadt, 1974)

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“For a Dancer” (Jackson Browne, 1974)

“Golden Lady” (Stevie Wonder, 1973)

“Help Me” (Joni Mitchell, 1974)

“If I Keep My Heart Out of Sight” (James Taylor, 1977)

“So Far Away” (Carole King, 1971)

“That’s the Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be” (Carly Simon, 1971)

“You’re Still a Young Man” (Tower of Power, 1972)

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CONCERT TALES

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Not even close. Grateful Dead. Santa Monica Civic. Sometime during the mid-70s. Like walking into a cannabis den. Tie-dye, batik, and Birkenstocks a-plenty. Scraggly hair and acne. A stench building in nastiness as the twenty-minute jam sessions to the likes of “Casey Jones” and “U.S. Blues” had the Deadheads tripping. Not even close to being one of my favorite bands of the era, the only reason I purchased a ticket – with my hard-earned dough made by waving a flashlight at the Avco Theater for people to park their cars – was because some other folks dragged me along: “You haven’t lived until you’ve been Dead,” or something like that.

Unfortunately I was very much alive when at some point during another endless song, a Deadhead had emptied the contents of his stomach across our entire row. What to do, what to do? Upon further investigation, the dude’s head was tilted back and his eyelids were flickering as if he was in R.E.M. sleep. No doubt the acid he took was of the plentiful and bad trip variety. Ushers were able to drag out what was left of him. No sign of a cleaning crew. Hey, it was The Dead! What was left to do but “shake it, shake it, Sugaree,” without stepping in chunks of hamburger and Doritos.

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COMMUNITY THREADS

Write me about a thread you would like to begin or just enter it in the Reply Box below. Thank you for hanging out!

tower

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DisclaimerThe photographic images on this site are either from the personal archives of seventiesology or attained from free image sites. For all others, as this is a literary and artistic forum with its sole purpose to entertain and inform, no images are used to generate revenue, therefore, fair use laws apply. 

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