Don't remember a lot, but it was fun.

ABBA!!! The Sweedish invasion!!

Dancing Queen

Afternoon Delight, awesome. I was a kid at the local pool and they would play the hit's all day long, I loved the 70's, up until disco, even I didn't like that.
I remember requesting a country song by Eddie Rabbit, Suspicions, and they played it because it was discoesque!!! (Oh that was at my 7th grade dance)
Also, 'Slow dancin' swayin to the music' I think it was Johnny Rivers, great screwing song,...well now it is, back then, didn't help me one bit!!!

Oh god how I feckin' hate ABBA.

What was good about the seventies was that you could pay your rent for less than a thousand dollars a month.

And there was all the music from art-rock to punk-rock...But not ABBA or Olivia Newtronbomb. Oh and the truly icky BeeGees.

Above all ... Disco Sucks.

Dreamy




The Beatles 1964-70. That's why the 70's were so weird?

I've repressed most of the 70s. It wasn't a happy childhood.

Quite Agree. I was listening to Little Feat , Bob Marley and the Ramones. I was also either here:



or here:



Semi-circumnavigating the globe in both directions and hunting the great steel whales. So I was out of the country a total of about 4 years in the middle of the 70's.

We had a station here in the late 90's that played nothing but 70's rock and roll, no disco, I loved it, and I was raised on country music, in fact we weren't allowed to listen to anything but, my sister was grounded and her album collection was destroyed because she bought Bachman Turner Overdrive, Brain Salad Surgery, and my mother didn't approve of the cover!!! Yeah, it sucked.

Oh, Eggy, I am TRYING to suppress my lecherous, sexist (but NOT misogynistic) hound reflexes, but you could help a BIT by not introducing threads that call to mind the latter half of a decade that was devoted to little else but. (Stay away from the early 80's, too.) It's...it's... it's just not FAIR!

You're one of those people who offers newly-quit smokers "just a puff" off yours to take the edge off, aren't you?!

Forget the 20s, it was the "anything goes" 70s!

I understand.

1970-73 Kinda like the movie Running With Scissors, mixed in with sneaking into the local DISCO (underage)

1973-76 Party!!

1976-80 Get a real job!!! Oh-tay, Mommy and drunken step-daddy. Kicked me out when I came out!! Whaaa!! Drama, lots of drama. A few more episodes of PARTY!!!

I remember being a little kid and wanting a gold razor blade necklace, and I didn't know the reason why they were popular, I just wanted one. Avon didn't have one, so I had to settle with the arrowhead with copper wire wrapping around the shaft.

Yo Randi!
Did you own this album?

No they're not ben wa balls!

They're Click clacks!

Randi Rhodes started it. Could not resist. Whatever she says don't do I do.




Really? Just one puff? Actually I'm a very generous person. Tap Duncan should know this. But he rebuffed me. Wahhh.

But, really, now, Bushwa, the 70's are over, and all we can do is reminisce. We now find ourselves in the 21st century on a precipice, and it's scary. So, we can still remember fondly and sexily.

Don't know why everyone is so scared of me in this regard. Not really a feminist - never have been. I just want everyone to be equal and powerful, and not practice what is called "power over."

But I am a girl - not a boy.

OMG, now Randi is talking about being Randi. Ha ha (smile)

P.s. I thought your "safe send" joke was hillarious, btw. (smile)

Late 70" early 80's, disco, oh GAG! Yes to Marley, Genesis, Pink Floyd and even turning to Jazz...Pat Metheny. Anything but disco.

I can't help it if I came of age to go to "BARS" was timed perfectly in time for disco!!

I only really own Donna Summers from that disco time.

The rest is Parsons, Allman Brothers, Pink Floyd, ELO, oh the rest I can't remember, naturally, without thumbing through the albums - no more 8-tracks I'm afraid - I wish!! They fell apart so easily, especially when you got mad when they wouldn't play. I would just tear them apart trying to get them to work.

OMG! I not only remember those, I owned one. Blue....(incert blue balls joke here)

I guess I must be a few years older than you. The only reason I went to discos was because that's where the girls were. I remember complaining that drinks were too expensive a Xenons and that's why everybody was snortin' coke. I had better times at CBGBOMFUG. I actually wish I could do the entire seventies over again knowing what I know now.

So, how'd the tap dancing go over at the discos?

Linky to the other 70s thread

Disagree with Randi

Dude! On the Magoo, a friend lived in Brooklyn and we were in the Philly yards from 77-mid 78. So we made a few trips to the Bowery and CBGBs. If you saw a big mute white boy with the telltale Nav haircut, that was probably me. for the 77 Army-Navy game, we made a big banner the night before. Then we went to the game, got right in front of the midshipmen's cheering section and unrolled our banner that said "BEAT NAVY". The best part was Army won 17-14. When the middies tried to give us shit, we told them we were FLEET sailors and people like us would be working for them some day. Oh, and by the way, get a fucking haircut.

Actual tap dancing didn't (Except for that guy who had a hit with "Putin' on the Ritz") but the ability to recreate various physicalizations through mere observation was most helpful.

If I saw you I probably wouldn't have noticed. I lived in my little provincial New York world at the time.
It required that I be an attraction rather than a tourist. So, I was probably off in a corner somewhere being cranky and obnoxious. I'm actually a much nicer person since I moved to Los Angeles.

Fascinating fact that no one cares about:

CBGBOMFUG stood for Country, Blue, Grass, Blues and Other, Music, for Uplifting, Gormandizers

But it's gone now...gone forever.

You should hear the Spanish cover version of Dancing Queen. It's really no better.

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Quite Agree. I was listening to Little Feat , Bob Marley and the Ramones.

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We just saw Little Feat last week, in a small club, with Southside Johnny and the Jukes....Not only a "blast form the past", but a really great show. Can't recommend Little Feat enough, even after (or maybe especially) after all these years.

Don't know how I could do over the 70's, but the 80's? Maybe.

At that time (72-73) that was where the boys were for me too, but I was in love with my best girlfriend without her knowing it - my first real crush - unrequited love - she was straight? *sigh* Not that we didn't do anything. We did. She just "pretended" she was asleep when she was doing all those things to me - right. She just didn't want to face it.

Also, she was a trained dancer, and loved dancing, and she taught me how to dance. And that's why we discoed at such a young age!!! Still in high school. Then we both went off to university together, and soon parted ways. Me finding the girls, and she finding her boys. Partttty!!

My first GAY BAR experience was driving to Dallas, and later flying to D.C. Wow. Lots of celebrities were in and out of those gigantic buildings of dance floors, pulsating lights, poppers, and hidden rooms. What a rush. (Didn't do coke, though until the early 80's rolled around - and just a little - didn't like it much.)

Before that in the early 70's it was mostly downers and weed, Barbs, Placidyls, 714's, mushrooms, hallucinogens of all kinds, I can't remember the names of right now. Those were the days. It was funny though, barbs or downers had the opposite affect on me. They never ever put me to sleep - just the opposite.

Dropped out of college, because I woke up one day and realized I wasn't attending class! Moved back home and tried to straighten up with a good job (Mommy said) and found myself having to date the newly graduated accountants from the accounting firm I worked at, to keep up the facade of straightness, and to impress. But, I sometimes stood them up - because I really wanted to just sneak off to the gay bar.

Those were the days of feeling very guilty about hurting the guys, so I felt pressure to start coming out at work. That was very hard to do back then - so I didn't - I just started lying that I already had a boyfriend.

Oh well, it got easier to be ME at each job as time flew by. I even owned my own house during these young days, so I wasn't really totally irresponsible or out of control. Then the 80's came and you all know what that meant. Ick.

And the 80's were a whole other chapter. But at least by then, I was more settled, and "relationships" or being committed to one person - setting up a household - being a "couple" lasted longer. It was the break-ups that were hard. I've had a least 3 hard break-ups in my life, after what seemed to be THEN (for a gay person) long term committments.

By 1986, I started school again, with a new-born baby, and the rest is history. I graduated with a double major - English/Psychology, and a minor in art. I also tried for the Masters, but only earned 34 hours.

Anyway, my baby girl, is now in college, waiting tables, and planning to slip off to Italy in a year (without me - we'll see about that) as part of her college work. She likes the arts --- thank God!! She turned out almost too perfect (kind of bossy and not gay) but I am very happy about the love of my life being such a success, and very greatful/thankful that she is such a beautiful gift from God.



P.s. Phantom, I love all music - blues, jazz, marley, gypsy kings, all of it.

I love all music too...except for music that sucks. But it's got to really, really suck...Like ABBA

Just playing. I can even stomach ABBA for forty-five minutes or so. I guess the only song I really hate is "Honey" by Bobby Goldsbourgh but you're much to young to remember that travesty.

CBGBs was where I perfected my technique of going into the middle of the mosh pit, standing there erect and letting people bounce off of me. Came in handy at the FabMab in the 80's. Mabuhay! As for me, I was glad that I DIDN'T go to New York until I had already traveled the rest of the world. Of course, New Yahwkers didn't appreciate me comparing their city to Tokyo, Rome, Singapore, Istanbul, Alexandria and especially LA. I always say that growing up in California, your naivete is 180 degrees out of phase from the rest of the country.

My neighbor, who got her 1st I Pod the other day, informs me she is looking for "The Night Chicago Died."
Does that qualify as "suck" material?

We called them "clacker balls" and those suckers hurt when you had them going full speed and they missed each other and hit your arm.

They also hurt when you swung them at your older brother and got beat up for it.

Just saying! I'd never do that to my bro!

Concur.

I think Lee Greenwood was sent here by an evil alien planet. (Oh God, Oh eww)

Eeewwwwwwww

I once heard a "Country Western" version of "Waterloo" that was almost palitable...




Almost!

The Essentials!?!?!?
xoxox

That's funny that you keep alluding to age . . .

I've been feeling old lately. I'll be crashing into 50 this December.

They were very popular for a while. I think the song writer's name was/is Eric Carmen.
It's very mellow material. Music to slit your wrists by.

Yea, we called them clackers too. Clacker ball craze hit our school in 1974. Granny hated the noise so she said, "You'll poke your eyes out with those things". And she said that if my shag haircut would cause hair to grow out of my eyeballs if my bangs got too long. Of course a perm was required being part of the fad in an other age of false enlightenment called disco.

Disco, came and went pretty fast in the scope of things. I remember waking up one morning and saying to myself, "Self this music sucks". That's not to discount some individual artist which are noteworthy but I won't note them. I returned back to my roots to Black Sabath (devil music) and the big bands, Yes, ELP, ELO and of course the stones, tattered, tattered my brain was battered say sha-doo-bee.

Comedy was no better than Saturday Night Live. We made it a ritual to watch that show together. Some of us were high, high, high or buzzed on brews even though we all signed the Pledge. We were a wink-nod double standard bunch in the pursuit of ectasy through willful chemical imabalances.

Eggy---Very cool story, glad it all turned out ok, that had to be hard to live through. Best part is your daughter, wow, some kid.

Just the step-daddy and the kicking out part after college. Long time ago. The rest was the stereotypical 70's too, but it was great to have such a gang of good friends then. And yes, we were like a communal type of gang family. Very gratifying, character building, and cool.

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category: music

Hey I like Enigma. Strong influence for the indigenous peoples of the world - celtic, American Indian(ever been to a pow-wow?). For me, music is the hum and beat - that's what I'm drawn too. The more dramatic the better.

And a quote:

Music is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, gaiety and life to everything. It is the essence of order, and leads to all that is good, just, and beautiful, of which it is the invisible, and nevertheless dazzling, passionate and eternal form. (Plato said that)

Pfffft! Punk.

Is this ailment a state of mind, or a physical thing? Me worried.

I have no idea what you mean.

VERY nicely put, sir.

Mental thing. I'm strong as an ox and can out run people half my age.
I guess 50 is some kind of milestone or something. I'm not sure why I feel the way I do.

Tread carefully sometimes I'm wicked smaht!
Unfortunately I'm inconsistent.

XRS--Why are people chasing you in the first place? Are you a bank robber or something?

Hahahahaha, white men with curls, imagine that. TG there are no pics of me with a perm, the horror, the horror. I seem to remember huge bell bottoms and Boone's Farm tshirts too. Eggy has reminded me that my friend Lev would drag me into gay bars, we had a great time. My regret is that partying took over my life to a point that I was not a good friend to the gang, live and learn. Friendship is very difficult to replace.