March 05, 2006

Play That Funky Music White Boy

70's music.

Do you remember back in old L.A. (Oh, oh, oh)

When everybody drove a Chevrolet (Oh, oh, oh)

Whatever happened to the boy next door

The sun-tanned, crew-cut, All-American male?

Disco. Bee Gees. Tavares. Donna Summer.

Beach baby, beach baby, give me your hand
Give me something that I can remember
Just like before we can walk by the shore in the moonlight.

The radio was filled with cheesy fun like Carl Douglas singing about Kung Fu Fighting and Paper Lace telling us about The Night Chicago Died. Disco Duck. Rubberband Man.

Beach baby, beach baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun we'd be out in the sun every day.

The Sound of Philadelphia. Average White Band. Wild Cherry. Tower of Power.

Ooooh, I never thought that it could end
Ooooh, and I was everybody's friend
Long hot days
Blue sea haze
Jukebox plays
But now it's fading away

Rick James. Sly and the Family Stone. Earth, Wind & Fire. Marvin Gaye.

We couldn't wait for graduation day (Oh, oh, oh)
We took the car and drove to San Jose (Oh, oh, oh)
That's where you told me that you'd wear my ring
I guess you don't remember anything.

Johnny Cash. Loretta Lynn. Marty Robbins.

Surfin' was fun we'd be out in the sun every day.

Black Sabbath. Robin Trower.

California in the 70's. Freakin' paradise.

Posted by Ted at March 5, 2006 08:39 AM | TrackBack
Category: Square Pegs

Aw, jeez, you got me goin' now...

Little Willie, Willie wont
go home!
But you can't push Willie 'round,
Willie wont go!
Try tellin' ev'rybody but...whoa no!
Little Willie, Willie wont
go home!

What hit did Marty Robbins have in the '70s?

Posted by: Tuning Spork at March 5, 2006 09:00 PM

Whoops! I was thinking "El Paso", but his biggest hits were in the 60's.

Posted by: Ted at March 6, 2006 06:06 AM

It's a good thing there was some decent music in the Seventies, because everything else was, well, HORRIBLE.

For example:

Posted by: Doug Pratt at March 6, 2006 08:31 AM

The seventies? Feh.

In the early part of the decade, the music was great. But sometime around mid-decade, Disco reared its ugly head.

Leisure suits, platform shoes, big fluffy Afro haircuts. WTF were we thinking?

Posted by: Elisson at March 7, 2006 11:06 PM

I remember a line of dorm zombies in a hallway calling to me, "Come out heeeeere and learn The Hustle with us, we'll show you hoooow." I heard some tinny flute thing with a violin and an inane chorus yelling "Do the hustle!" every few minutes. Horrified, I jammed a wet towel under my room door, and went back to the headphones with Trower, and the hardest rock bands of the era. I pretty much stayed in there 'til graduation.

Posted by: dogette at March 8, 2006 08:38 AM
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