I still have a few more photos to post on the vacation blog, as well as a final wrap-up, but I'll have to do that another day.
For now, I want to share this. It's part of James Lilek's Bleat for today. I did high school during the late 70s, and I have to say when I read this, I thought, "yeah, that's EXACTLY what it was like."
Take a look and tell me if this isn't it, spot on (assuming you were there ... but then again, as they say, if you remember the 70s, you probably weren't there). Take a look anyway:
"That (the 70s) means different things to different people, of course; could be tasteful langourous Eagles ballads about fickle suntanned California coke enthusiasts, or Boz-Scaggs albino soul, or Ohio Players funk complete with SAY WHAT shouted at random, or chainsaw punk guitars fed into a wood chipper, or pristine antiseptic ABBA It may have been the most diverse decade in popular music; also one of the worst. Weed and 'ludes and session cats and Rupert Holmes, disco Beethoven. But it ended in the Great Cleansing of Punk and New Wave, and you couldn't have had the stripped-down rave-up bands unless they had something full of frosting and ham to reject." .
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