Since this in my 100th post. I thought I would give everyone a little history on why I created this blog….
During this past winter, when my daughter was just a few months old, I would hold her in my arms and rock her to sleep to music. I would stand in a darkened living room with TV on the 70s radio channel, softly singing song after song. As I each song came on, I imagined the day that my girl would ask me to tell her about the music that I grew up with. My immediate fear was, what if I couldn’t? What if I lost my memory? What if I lost my words? What if I lost my passion for the music?
I searched online to see if there was a blog that talked about 70s pop and couldn’t find one, so I started one of my own. In doing so, I’ve actually been connected to others who reinterpret 70s music with their own unique outlook, which challenges and inspires me to do the same. It wasn’t always this easy to speak freely about the 70s. In fact, the 1980s tried their best to make sure that decade never existed. You would be laughed in 1987 to say that you liked, listened to or owned 70s 45s. Everyone decided to relive the Summer of Love, in a safe way, by that point, had soon-to-be-worthless cassette singles and was flaunting their growing CD collection. The 70s were considered a joke, a mistake, a momentary lack of taste. The British Invasion was awesome, Glam rock not so much. The 80s locked those memories away like the large metal doors at the beginning of Get Smart. In discovering myself and who I was, I had to find a way to unlock them.
Enter Rhino Records, which was picking up steam as the #1 reissue label. In 1990, they released a series of CDs which completely changed my life, Super Hits of the 70s. They released 15 volumes that year, from late 1969 to early 1976. I would listen to Midnight At The Oasis and follow it up with Beach Baby without any shame or excuses for my questionable taste in music. It opened up a flood of childhood memories, as well as a confidence that I could like whatever music I wanted. I felt like was reclaiming a part of my life that my brain had kept hidden away in a locked room. It wasn’t mere nostalgia. It wasn’t a mere snort & giggle at Convoy or Dead Skunk, and then I moved on. The only thing that I can compare it with is someone who has a twin, separated at birth, who reconnects with that person later in life. For me 70s music was the twin I rediscovered who finally completed me.
As I rocked my little girl night after cold dark night, I felt compelled to share that part of me with her and not wait until I got older. In doing so I reconnected with my ‘twin’ all over again, finding out new things, seeing him from different angles, learning about who I am, and recapturing those magical days of discovery in the Fall of 1990.
I love the 70s.