It got left on the dashboard of her mother’s car, one hot July afternoon in OKC.

As for my musical tastes, I’m a funk, R&B, and blues fan from way back.  This summer we’ll attend three blues fests, two in Colorado and one in Wyoming.

Fans of David Bowie, Zappa, punk, experimental electronic, Can and Krautrock, Nigerian and African rock and funk, et al, take it away.

This was several years after the photo of the young thang above was taken, the coolness factor of the shirt having percolated down to an aesthetic appropriate to provincial roller rink raffles for kids.The ubiquitous grocer’s apostrophe gets on me nerves too, but typesetters and designers were more knowledgable about those things in the past. The ability to self-publish has multiplied the number of idiosyncracies and misspellings in print that would never have passed the review in earlier decades. It was too expensive to mess up. And creators grew up exposed to printed material that had been edited carefully before going to print.Damn, I loved that fucking shirt. The type and graphic outlines glowed in the dark which seemed the ne plus ultra of psychedelic/stony/Houses of the Holy rock art at that age. 

The best music ever was recorded in the 1970s.  You could even get cheesy, playable 45s off the back of your cereal box, by bands like The Jackson 5, The Partridge Family, The Monkees and The Archies, and slap them down on your turntable for a spin.  The recording companies were ripping off the artists, not the “fans”.

Therefore, I am qualified to score the 1970s as a decade having zero redeeming qualities.  None.

Oh, please.  Clothes that fit.  The Rocky Horror Picture Show.  Harry Reems.  Need I go on?

Unions were strong and you could get a good job that supported a family comfortably without a college education.  If you wanted one, though, tuition at state schools in many states was <$300 per quarter (CA tuition was free) and your books usually cost less than $100.

When you saw someone off at the airport, you could go right to the departure gate.  There were no no-fly lists.  You didn't have to take off your shoes.

There were almost no surveillance cameras, no red-light cameras, no speeding cameras.  Radar detectors would usually keep you from getting a speeding ticket.  Police SWAT teams were generally found only in big cities.  If an old person joined a street protest, the cops were generally fairly gentle with him or her.

Climate change was a non-issue.  The sexual revolution was in full flower, AIDS was years away, and a round of penicillin would knock out a case of Gonorrhea.  Kids still played outdoors unsupervised.

So – tell me again why the 1970s were so bad.  Go ahead and think.  I'll wait.

Therefore, I am qualified to score the 1970s as a decade having zero redeeming qualities.  None.

EDIT: it’s hyperbole. geeze.

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