You know what was really terrible? The Seventies.
Bombings, kidnappings, gas lines, the Draft, students slaughtered by the military … and that was just in the United States, which also featured famous entertainer/orange-juice pitchwoman Anita Bryant campaigning against the mere existence of homosexuals, and Richard Nixon in the White House plotting against everyone (especially the Jews), and then there was the IRA and the PLO and the UFOs and the SLA and the CIA Stay-Behind Terror Squads.
Still, even in the redneck heartland, the nice weirdos found ways to soothe the gloom. (The best “Frank N. Furter” of this group of 1970s Rocky Horror nuts appears at 1:25. Hello, Michael Stipe.) [YouTube via Metafilter]
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Ah, a trip down memory lane. We took a church high school group, including #1 and #2 sons, to see the RHPS way, way back in the day. We did get a few questions afterward from some older members of the congregation, but the parents & kids were all fine with the excursion. Do you think Sarah took her kids?
Was the reporter’s voice over written by David Byrne? The absurdist tautologies are super catchy.
I think I saw Glenn Beck. Well anyway it was a coked up longhair in sunglasses, so it may have been him.
also, I have never seen this movie. Or wait what was the movie with the big venus fly trap?
the seventies get a bad rap but i was there and i want to vouch for them as a decent time. yeah, there were oil price shocks and we lost a war and the president got run out of office for being a political crook and there was the ever-present danger of nuclear holocaust, but there were sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll, and you could boogie till you puked. did it several times.
there was more apparently safe fucking than you young-uns can imagine. the old STDs were gone or under control, there were all kinds of birth control, and we had no idea the seeds of AIDS were being sown. there was plenty of cheap mota from mexico, columbian weed and coke were luxury goods, and the drug war was still a baby. the older rockers of the late sixties were still doing first-rate work in the early years of the decade, while the later years brought us the sex pistols and the clash, the ramones and elvis costello.
i wax overly nostalgic. time for me to shut the fuck up and take another hit.
Ah, $10 ounces. Not that good but still.
Sadly enough, I was still going to Rocky Horror midnight shows during the early 80′s and throwing things at the screen. LOL I still love that movie.
The thing that gets me about this report is how serious it is. No 3-second sound bites. No breathless reporter. No shouting. No sensationalizing (at least by today’s standards).
And this was a lifestyle report!
What happened to serious teevee reporting?
I don’t mind doing the time warp again.
Those freaks are dressed exactly alike and sporting the same weird haircuts. But I guess that was the culture of seventies newscasters.
[re=592006]Terry[/re]: Wow, you’re in your 80s!
I feel like we’re in a time warp right now.
Everyone needs to just “jump to the left”.
[re=591997]slappypaddy[/re]: Can I get an AMEN? I grew up in the sixties and slid into the seventies… good times and then the music died with disco. Shit, couldn’t help my self and bought a pair of platform wingtips and got my groove on. i shudder now…..
Only redeeming feature of the 70s: The Clash.
Piffle, the rest of it.
Although wide polyester ties and huge windsor knots were really something.
Too much to drink and it’s only 5.322
Billy, don’t be a hero.
Don’t be a fool with your life.
The 70s wasn’t the only decade with its share of fashion nightmares.
I partied, drank, imbibed other substances, got laid pre-HIV, pre-herpes.
Good times.
And the librul poliC’s of OTP JCarter
permitted such bad anti-xian Bhavior
If Carter had let BigOil free then,instead
dif’rent arc, gas=$.33 and Rigs evrywere.
SarahUSA
Sorry, but the more I see of the ’80s, ’90s, and ’00s, the better the ’70s look.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
[re=592021]Radiotherapy[/re]: $arah, you’re a complete fucktard.
Radiotherapy, you are not.
But I liked the 70′s. Maybe I’m just one of those weirdos from the heartland.
The saddest part is that anyone who remembers doing the Time Warp Again after midnight, is now just old.
I have a Consumer Reports Guide to Drugs book from the 1970s. Back then, I bet it seemed totally necessary. They should totally come out with a new version for today’s gloomy era.
I miss the 70′s. Finishing up an Army stint, going to Berserkeley on the GI bill and watching Mescalito flip the bird to the feds taping the Legalize Everything rallies, bicycling up & down Mt. Tamilpais stoned to the gills. By 1980 I was a fully-employed fuddy-duddy. Bo-ring.
news
beat
those guys are funny
The 70′s were the best decade, well since the 60′s anyway. The 80′s, 90′s, etc. up to this disgusting point in time have been awful by comparison.
My conclusion is that anybody who thinks the 70′s were bad just wasn’t old enough to enjoy ‘em.
Nineties RULEZ!!!11!!
You think this is fun, you should have gone to some of the theaters in SE DC back in the 1970′s. Viewing kung fu and horror movies with seventies black folks is almost as surreal.
I was a baby back then, but the memories were good.
Pluses: Ramones/early CBGB; Heartbreakers; British first wave punk; British second wave punk; Zeppelin, Motorhead, LA first wave punks, Evelyn Champagne King, Star Wars, Jaws, Pong, Bowie, Warhol, Earth, Wind and Fire; AC/DC; pre solo albums Kiss; Lester Bangs; Fosse (the dude, not the show); Jesus Christ Superstar; Woody Allen break-out films; Scorsese break-out films; Mel Brooks break-out films; Godfather films; free pictures of tits in Time Magazine every month; Yes/ELP/Jethro Tull; the banana syrup at IHOP; Norman Lear; CBS Saturday Night Mary Tyler Moore Power Lineup; Monty Python; WoodStein; Deep Throat; and a bunch of other random shit was good too.
Minuses: everything else, including all the useless tragedies, the stupid television shows (CBS Saturday Night Mary Tyler Moore Power Lineup excluded), Nixon, Carter, Reagan and everyone associated with them.
And meh, the punk era can’t even be included because really the world in general didn’t even know it happened. Overall, it did suck. On a personal note: my alternative/post-punk/dancer/artist girlfriend (who escaped a blue blood background in SF for expensive college in NY) had a friend who dyed her hair purple and thought going to Rocky Horror Night on 8th st. in Manhattan was “punk.” God she was annoying, and even though I half like some of those songs it’s because of her I never saw the movie in any format and never intend to.
[re=591996]Crank Tango[/re]: The venus fly trap was a Corman movie from the 60s. The horrendous musical adaptation was from the eighties.
Thank you for publishing pictures of Rush Limberger and his 4th wife to be.
Sweet Jesus, that was in St. Louis! I’m so proud of my city. It wasn’t that long ago that U City was still kind of a fun, freaky place. Now it’s full of watered-down, almost-40 hipsters and Starbucksified. I was there the other day looking in a baby store for a pregnant friend and they had cotton onesies with quirky prints for like $30.
Everything about this – from the TV guys to the youngs having fun – is refreshingly unselfconscious. Today’s TV is so horribly buttoned-down, anal, simpering and dull. Today’s street interviewees perform like well-trained monkeys, delivering honed soundbites while fixing their hair.
We live in a false, plastic world. Maybe it was ever thus. But when you find yourself admiring the cheerful amateurism of yesteryear, you know you’re middle-aged.
I’m 38 and I realise just now that I’m a middle-aged man.
Thanks a bunch, Ken Layne.
[re=592052]Mr Blifil[/re]: The midnight showing of Rocky Horror at the Waverly may not have been punk but in ’76 and ’77 it was a pretty good thing.
Other good things: Lower Manhattan Ocean Club, “All Dressed in Rubber and Nowhere to Go”, The Nursery and Brownies, and later on A7.
[re=592043]kapish[/re]: Agreed. And here I must admit to owning the soundtrack to Saturday Night Fever and Talking Heads ’77.
[re=592034]dmac[/re]: You’re referring, of course, to Licit and Illicit Drugs, correct? There’s a volume that came out in the 1980s that is far, far inferior (remember “Just say no?”) but the 1973 edition is gold and everybody interested in experimenting with any substance that was around then should read it.
[re=592076]ladyjack[/re]: I would like one size 1 Air Jordan to wear on my dick. Can you accomodate that?
The 70′s were awful.
They were absolutely dreadful. We say that 70′s film was great now because we have managed to completely kill American film with weekend-only spectacrapulars. We say that there was good 70′s music because we have selected all the music from the avant-garde that never made it on any radio station and made a decade long mix tape of it. By such a standard any decade will sound boss. “Street Hassle” was not suitable for FM. Big Star were not big stars. No: that was Mike Post, The Carpenters, Neil Sedaka, disco, K.C. and the Snort Band, and all the other corporation approved, producer created garbage.
What really gets me, though, is that today does remind me of 1978 in one respect. The economic situation was similar, and the right wing response is similar. Back then, the 1975-8 version of Glenn Beck was urging all the white people to buy survivalist cabins and gold, to stock up on ammo and to prepare for the coming race war, because minorities were taking over and America is circling the drain. (See “Telethon” for a bad movie example, but see Robin Williams’s first movie, “The Survivors,” for a very good movie example of the temperature of the times. It will seem like today. The wingnuts are identical.)
The “survivalist movement” mutated into the “militia movement,” and I think we all know what gift that gave us. Meanwhile, the FBI is worried about left wing radicals and communists, because they’re soooooo dangerous with their sewing circles and pamphlets and college discussion groups. Yeah.
[re=592043]kapish[/re]: Agreed, the 70s were way better than 80s, just like pot is way better than blow.
1970′s? The Flatlanders and Elvis Costello. That’s all I remember. Oh yeah, married my beloved in 76, so I must be an old so YOU KIDS GET OUT OF MY YARD!
[re=592066]x111e7thst[/re]: Well I don’t know when the film came out but anybody hitting the Waverly in ’76 and ’77 were cool by definition. I didn’t move to the village until ’79, and by 81 the suburban kids had caught on. I will admit my perception may have been distorted by one dipshit. I was such a loser in all that time I only went to Max’s Kansas CIty once, on the last night of it’s existence. I also missed the London Calling and Sandinista tours. Guess I shouldn’t be throwing the appellation “dipshit” around so carefree should I?
I was lucky enough to catch Caligula at the Waverly. There was a one-year trend of the downtown art-houses screening porn hits from Times Square. Pretty sure those screenings were my formal introduction to porn, actually. And look at the results today.
Every era had its own juggalos.
Starriders Suck.
I love disco and I hear it’s making a comeback.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEnTxzQ5LTI
[re=592109]x111e7thst[/re]: Sorry, sorry. Obscure Max’s K C reference. Don’t know what came over me.
[re=592096]Geogre[/re]: Now wait a minute. I know my opinion blows big time, but…… ahem.
I believe there is Something to be salvaged from any era you can name or may have lived in or have heard your parents whine, “when I was your age, things were great! or REALLY Shitty! …. etc.. I for one would NOT want to relive the Great Depression Era, but it goes w/out saying, there was some awesome art, writing, and social networking going on. Seventies weren’t a wasteland, altho granted, it wasn’t great.
Yeah, yeah, I’m a PollyAnna…but. Artists took a lot of crap from the seventies, and lo and behold!! Ramones! and at this point I’ve had TOO much fine wine to discuss further; however, 1 point: you cite 1978 as a particularly big year. Well, #1 — 1971-1975 were (historically speaking) worse years economically… gas, sky-high and lines out your wazoo; #2 no jobs for graduates….#3 people lost all hope in gov’t, as Mr. Nice Carter (well-meaning but ineffectual) w/his cardigan sweaters ruled as president of US—- which got us an actor, Mr. Reagan, who never had such a juicy part in his life (see photos; he’s the ONLY president in our history who didn’t get gray hair, and actually looked better when he left than before he got in!! (albeit he DID have the Alzheimers)….. Ah, America….. Land of Craziness.
BTW and OT, but Ken: Man, you’ve been working you little hairy butt off since Jim N. took a powder. Guess your novel/bestseller is on hold?
What a decade to come of age in. Beer was had for cash money w/o any stinking ID and the worst you could manage with sex was pregnancy (or maybe herpes) and if you couldn’t get laid you could fap, fap, fap imagining Pam Dawber naked…
Battle of the Network Superstars or GTFO!!1!
At the end of the 197o’s I still wasn’t old enough to drive a car. My fondest memories were staying over at the grandparents and watching Bob Newhart and Carol Burnett on Saturday night. Oh and seeing Monty Python on PBS.
I didn’t really discover the best of the 1970s until about 1990 — Brian Eno, John Cale, Iggy, the Talking Heads, Roxy Music, etc. etc. And the reason nobody heard any of the best of the 70s at the time was because they were being stomped on by The Carpenters, Fleetwood Mac and some much, much worse fare. I did enjoy the 70s, though I was fairly young then — I won the Northern Virginia Bicentennial Spelling Bee in ’76 (of course) — still have the dictionary that was first prize. I think I was in fifth grade at the time.
I also enjoyed the fireworks on the Mall — though my family and I watched them from a boat on the Potomac. If you remember the Washington Sailing Marina, it’s apparently a nice clubby place now — but then it was just better than a dive. There were some rotting boats on the docks, and the clubhouse was a big open shack with two screen doors and lots of flypaper strips hanging from the ceiling. Anyway, my folks had sold their boat a few years before that, but we went on a friend’s sailboat and anchored somewhere we could see the whole show. The most memorable part was the ride back, through choppy water just clogged with yokels who hadn’t steered a boat in years. I think my mom got seasick but my brother and I were ordered inside for most of the ride, so I was never sure.
The 70s did bring us one of the best confirmations of the rule of law in American history — the Watergate hearings and the Nixon resignation. The hearings took up every afternoon on all four channels — there was no escaping it. An interesting thought when you appreciate how our limited choices pretty much forced us into participating as citizens — the airwaves were public, after all. They still are, allegedly — though broadcasters can now opt out of presidential press conferences.
Anyway, Grandma cried when Nixon resigned, I remember the day clearly. It was the day I knew I could turn on the tv and see Mr. Ed instead of a congressional hearing.
Wonderful times, even if I only appreciated them in retrospect.
The 70′s look really good in hindsight. Started going to concerts beginning with J Tull back when cops seemed to be everywhere and for some reason they dragged Ian Anderson offstage. Jim Morrison had them all on edge I guess. From there, wow, Zeppelin, Bowie, Who, Stones, Sabbath, Deep Purple, Humble Pie, Blue Oyster Cult, etc, etc, all in their heyday came to town one after another. Sometimes two or three times. Politics seemed naive compared to today, first read HST, big outdoor concerts, SNL was relevant, Monty Python was off the charts, Evil Knievel did his thing and Ali ruled the ring. There was the usual crap but for the most part, high times.
Ha ha, I met the guy ten years later, when he was famous. But it was my first acid trip and my 18th birhtday so I didn’t really give a shit what he said. Fucker definitely needed a shower, though.
Worst. Generation. Ever.
The 70s brought us Smokey and the Bandit movie franchise, Ford Pintos, Dudley Moore, Ambrosia, and Abba. It was an era of the purist evil.
The 70s rocked because we only had 30 to 60 minutes of teevee news tops. When CNN and 24/7 news came on the scene later we thought that was going to be an innovation. More news? No. Joke on us. Just less news mixed in with speculation and jabber cycled on the hour. Waltie or the local news anchor would have a couple of moments for commentary at the end of the newscast which was clearly labeled. People could be able to broadcast a rebuttal or opinion in front of the camera with their wide ties in an awkward tone. Remember equal time?
The 70s rocked because of Network, which foretold the future of infotainment. We had David Bowie, Soul Train, PopRocks, Bonnie Bell lip gloss, WKRP, All In The Family (which couldn’t be shown today), and SNL when it was in its heyday.
The 70s had a darkside with its fashion. More than a couple of generations were caught with bad fashion with the polyester, tube tops, bellbottomsm, tight jeans, shirts with metallic stripes, overalls/suspenders, Farrah fawcett and dorothy hamill dos, and iron on Teeshirts. There was the who Vietnam/Cambodia conflict, Odd/Even gas rationing, Patty Hearst, Nixon, Win (whip inflation now) Buttons, Jonestown, Harvey Milk Assasination, and Captain N’ Tenille. Women still couldn’t credit in their own name even though they were the sole breadwinner.
Despite the bad stuff, I don’t think having more than 4 to 5 teevee stations was progress (there was bonding in everyone watching and flipping through the same less than half dozen channels (and we would receive a book, the teevee guide, to help us know what was on every 30 min weekly on those handful of stations). Did we really improve upon the LP and local record stores? I am old enough to remember sitting down and writing a letter and sending a mixed tape.
Dialing for Dollars, baby.
I went through all this and no hovercraft? Meh. I want my money back.
1974 – Hearts and Minds — best war documentary ever. Stay up late, smoke some weed, have a few beers and watch it all the way through. Don’t stop until it’s done. Our society is plenty fucked up, but at least it’s not that. Then again, GIs were walking around in Saigon without body armor or sidearms. You won’t see that in Baghdad. Well then.
[re=592198]El Pinche[/re]: Smokey and the Bandit had one redeeming feature – Jerry Reed’s minute-and-a-half solo on “Eastbound and Down.” OK, and Bert’s ‘stache.
Stipe channeling Arthur Lee: “We’re normal.”
[re=592117]Words[/re]: 1970′s was, for me, the decade of disillusion and anger.
I was one of those punks. What I guess gets lost is that such punks as did get to a “movement” were organized along one axis only: anti-corporatism. The reason we hated corporations more than anything, in music, is the music charts, the music companies, the ratings agencies, the bookings, the clubs, and the “it’s not technically payola if we just give tickets and prizes” radio stations were under corporate control. Disco (not the musical style, such as there was one, but the phenomenon, which was camera ready, merchandise ready, producer run) was the epitome. I was part of the second wave of the U.S. punks (the 1980-1985 crowd). We made records, toured, did the whole thing.
It infuriated me that there was wonderful, fantastic music out there, but no one could hear it. Then “punk” got to be a corporate pill, too — leather jacket, stiff creme rinse, makeup, a complete bondage gear get-up.
I pointed to 1978 because of the lag time. Carter was in office, and that’s when the right’s attacks were reaching their height. Punk had awoken most of us who were going to get awoken in the first jolt. The Pistols were doing their suicide tour of the US. Movies (still) and records (then) lagged a year from their making.
A great idea: 1975. Recording: 1976. In stores and bedrooms: 1976/7. Movies take even longer, so a topical film like “The Survivors” that satirizes the right wing white (back then, it was white flight freak out) reactions is rooted in a year or more before the film comes out.
For me, the decade taught me politics, taught me anger, taught me discontent and mistrust of the corporations that kill democracy and art. I was 10 when Nixon was on television lying to us all, and I watched.
The ’70s had some great movies, although I was too young to be allowed to watch them (assuming I could have come up with the money/transportation to go to the movies, considering the nearest theater was 20 miles away, and I didn’t have a job until the summer after high school). But the best thing about the ’70s was it was still during the post-FDR liberal consensus in the country. Fucking Reagan and Prop 13 came along, and we all know how that has worked out.
Bay City Rollers. ‘Nuff said.
Man, now, see, I really wish I would have been around for that. I was born in the late seventies so instead of going out and partying during this time, I got to grow up in the Reagan era (suck) listening to my older brothers and my parents brag about doing shit like this.
And the blow.
They all bragged about how every party looked like a goddam winter wonderland.
Assholes.
I was born in 1979. Billy Corgan wrote a song about me.
Jeez, grandpas, why don’t you wax on your Bengay and offer me a butterscotch already?
For real though, I only wish I’d been able to experience the 70s. Mass consumption of mind-altering substances that (at the time) weren’t laced with rat poison, McGovern ’72, Kent State riots, draft card burnings, Jell-O reinventing itself as a drug, Disco record trash piles, second wave feminism, Watergate et al. — sounds like such fun. Instead I grew up with Gingrich bloviation, Animaniacs, Exxon Valdez, and Rudy Giuliani’s Birthday (11th of September — set your calendars).
[re=592212]SayItWithWookies[/re]: Hearts and Minds is in our Criterion DVD collection. It is one of those kick in the gut documentaries. It was especially relevant when you watched during the first part of the Iraq War.
watch some MLB highlights on ESPN – look at the uniforms, haircuts, mutton chops – instant time warp back into the 70s. Only consistent thing between then and now? Mets still suck. I read through every post thus far and no one said anything about the 8 track in their Chevy SS? Palisades Amusement Park closed 9/12/71. The end of childhood.
The 70′s were the nightmare that historians want to ascribe to the 50′s, which was in reality a decade of nuclear family stability and intellectual fervor stimulated by the Hoover-McCarthy goons. No valid intellectual scene in the 70′s at all — the Gloria Steinem cheerleaders, bad old male novelists who had written one promising book right after WWII, painters trying to imitate photography and composers stuck on Stravinsky. Wordy, self-absorbed singer-songwriters, disco (slowly I turn, inch by inch…) and overinflated rock bands. Nixon, Agnew, the South going GOP, civil rights out the window, and Tricky Dick winking at pot and coke because it had otherwise intelligent folks partying like frat boys instead of scrutinizing TD; then the sublimely named “war on drugs” to appease the right and attempt to eliminate TD’s few remaining opponents outside of Studio 54 — all the promise of the 60′s flushed down the toilet to the tune of “Get Down Tonight.” What a sad time! For those of you writing that you’d like to experience them because drugs were so cheap, I’m sure you’ll be able to create your own 70′s in the near future — see you at a meeting!
I believe it was the advent of disco that sent me into an alcoholic stupor that lasted until the end of the 80′s. So, what did I miss?
The best part of the 1970′s were the new V-8 hot cars for under $3,500 that ran on–oops, leaded–regular for $.30 & got 18-20 mpg. The leather seats were ‘pleather,’ but you can’t have everything for that kind of money. We did have electric radio antennas for our AM radios with reduced static! The First Lady (Carter) made all of her own clothers–and it looked like it. We had Billy Beer & a White House balcony cluttered with rocking chairs and the staff ran around all day long in the West Wing barefoot. Good times.
Jesus, this is Iggy…
Yes, let’s talk about baseball and not how many times I’ve seen you bloated and dissheveled in those taverns.
[re=592339]lawrenceofthedesert[/re]: best stones records ever though, amiright?
The kids of today should defend themselves against the ’70s
It’s not reality
It’s just some-one-el-se’s sentimentality
It won’t work for you
…speaking as a child of the ’70s… some of us were trying to have a normal fucking childhood, you know. Congrats on your abundant nookie and Quaaludes and cheap ditch weed, or whatever. There’s two good things that came out of the ’70s, namely Sesame Street and softcore pantyhose advertisements. The rest of it was like the 14th century, except with bell bottoms and your friends’ fathers constantly watching for Charlie in the tree line.
It took until 1985 before I conciously realized that veterans came home from Germany and Korea without screaming themselves awake every night and booby-trapping their doormats, whereas Indochina, well, one of these things is not like the others. (I had relatives who returned like scrambled eggs from the Pacific Theater, but We Didn’t Talk About Them, and anyhow it was only one or two guys in the whole war who cracked under the strain, so the shame was entirely ours.)
If you meet the ’70s, KILL THE ’70s.
Looks like surf and turf night at the Texas Roadhouse to me. I was there yesterday and the chubby in front was wearing the same outfit.
I was one of those people, except I did it in West Texas. It may seem small potatoes to you big city kids but standing in line outside a theater to see RHPS was pretty fucking liberating for a young girl surrounded by rednecks and bible thumpers. It was the perfect end to a very strange decade.
LinsdayBluth has it right, U City in the 70′s was weird and wonderful. My bible thumper
friends weren’t allowed by their parents to go down there; too many coloreds for one thing,
best to stay safely in the suburbs.
I have to concur with Ken. It’s all about perspective. First of all, I recall being forced to wear some very unfortunate couture as a small child. Almost everything was synthetic and garish (red, white and blue plaid?). My parents had some horrible cars….an orange Vega, an olive green Pinto and a blue Nova. Everything (and everyone) was just so grimy looking with the most depressing color palette imaginable. Avocado green appliances. Unless you had pretty cutting edge parents, you were held hostage to the bad taste boomers’ disco/burnout rock sitting in the back of an orange Vega (no car seat), contemplating that morning’s episode of “Davey and Goliath” while wearing whatever wide-collared, bell-bottomed clown suit your mother had chosen that morning.
Aside from the clothing which should never be worn by a civilized society, Michael Jackson still had a face & teevee was awesome (Sweathogs of WBK, WKRP, etc).
“America Love It Or Leave It” windshield decals. So I did. Left Detroit for New York and haven’t missed America since. That said, every decade sucks elephant balls.
The draft was pretty much over by 1972. It was more of a sixties thing than a seventies one.
[re=592058]LindsayBluth[/re]: I’m in St.louis too! I didn’t pick up on the fact that that was a local broadcast until the guy was all “What should I do? Come dressed up in my KSHE t-shirt?” What theater is that? Is that the Tivoli now? That’s where RHPS was always playing in the early nineties.
Now that guy that owns the Pageant and Blueberry Hill owns like half the Loop too. The “Mayor of the Loop” they call him. That’s always how it goes with areas like that. You love them when you’re young and broke because they defy definition, then twenty years later there’s always someone there willing to cash in on your nostalgia.
Yeah, but two sweet years of Jerry Ford made it all worth it,
The win of this video is finding out Michael Stipe was a suburban St. Louis mallrat from the midwest who liked Blue Oyster Cult enough to sew their logo patch on his jacket.
I remember the seventies, it wasn’t so bad for a little kid. Why has no one mentioned the greatest plus of the 70′s? No stupid ass internet. Also, televisions were rarely more than 17 inches across, and college was dirt cheap.
“CBS Saturday Night Mary Tyler Moore Power Lineup;”
I was only about 10 years old, but I distinctly remember that. Bob Newhart, Mary Tyler Moore, then ending with The Carol Burnett show.
This was before tivo and cable and even VCRs, children.
The 70′s were great. But disco still sucks.
Cheap beer for $1.99 a 12 pack. Getting laid for the 1st time. Ugly hair and clothes. Expensive and crappy music equipment. And owning an AMC Gremlin. My memories of the ’70′s were mixed and luckily the drugs kept things conveniently out of focus.
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