An ode to the 70s.

Back to the USA tomorrow, this time for two entire months. The trip will be a lot less stressful than the previous one, so I hope to catch up with a few people while I’m over there. If there is enough interest I may even host a little get together in Louisiana for readers of this old blog. Slip me an email if you might be interested.

Other than that it’s Sunday afternoon. Time to laze around and ponder the mysteries of the universe. Such as, why can’t we have the 70s again?

14 thoughts on “An ode to the 70s.

  1. I grew up in the seventies and have mixed feelings. They were pretty horrendous in some ways, mostly in fashion. I remember wearing purple jeans with red pockets to elementary school. I also remember corduroy pants which swished as I walked. Although too young to have participated, the mustache craze looks odd in retrospect. I even grew a pretty decent mustache about five years ago and then promptly shaved it off. I didn’t look like Tom Selleck, I looked like the millions of non-Tom-Selleck’s from the seventies.

    Musically it was not as bad as people claim. If you go back and listen to The Bee Gees the music stands the test of time quite well. I suspect it was the overload more than anything that caused the backlash. Meanwhile, the Beatles were still around, even if they weren’t together, lot’s of great rock and roll (Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, etc).

    I grew up in Vancouver, BC. Small town feel with many of the benefits of a city. We rode our bikes to school from 1st grade through 12th grade. As we grew a bit older we played in the three thousand acre forest just west of us, a part of the university endowment lands. Our parents had a rule. If we weren’t home at 6 pm for dinner we ate bread and water. That was it. I don’t know that they ever worried about us or where we were at all. Now there are murders and bodies found in the endowment lands (not a lot but more than one) and the houses we grew up in have been replaced by $4million McMansions.

    I would trade my cell phone and all the current technology to live there again and be able to raise a family where and when I was raised.

    Reminds me of the old joke from the Soviet Union where the Russian man turns 100 and is being interviewed. Asked where he was born he replies “St Petersburg”. Where did you grow up? “Petrograd”. Where do you live now? “Leningrad”. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you choose? “St Petersburg”.

    I suppose if he lived long enough he got his wish since I see that it has been renamed once again.

    As a short end note, I won’t be able to attend your meet-up since Washington state is a bit too far from Louisiana for me to pop down. Too bad and hopefully you’ll make it further west at some point.


    1. Saturday Night Fever was a great movie and had a great soundtrack.
      “Disco” music got a bad rap.
      It was kind of either you are with them or against them mentality with little middle ground.
      I speak from my experience of “Disco Demolition” in Chicago.


  2. Al Jahom

    The 70s were an abomination in myriad ways… economics, politics, style, music all terrible. Everyone was very hairy and everything was purple, brown and orange.

    Of course there were good things, which can be salvaged from the wreckage, but wreckage it was.


  3. Carl-Edward

    I did not care for the ‘seventies. The rot set in in the ‘sixties. The ‘twenties was the age of freedom, the ‘thirties the great age of style, elegance, beautiful music, and superb films that never fell below a certain standard. The ‘fifties was an age of stability, prosperity, optimism, and a host of other fine things. (I omit the ‘forties, much of which was taken up by an unnecessary war.)


  4. Sage in training

    My father became the foundation Principal of a new high school in 1976. He was asked on passing what the school uniform colours would be. He hadn’t given it a seconds thought until then. Somewhat hastily and without consultation of the fashionista of the household (my Mum) he decided on the spot that they would be brown and yellow. On reflection I reckon he made a sound decision for 1976.

    PS the colours are no longer brown and yellow.


  5. Speaking as a Millennial, what happened to cause the women to become so much less attractive now than they were back then?
    Reflecting on media and my own childhood observations, the great shift happened around 1990. But what happened?
    An entire generation of the water supply spiked with estrogen and antidepressants, ubiquity of cheap, obesogenic junk food, girls and boys being raised by feminist parents and educated by feminist teachers?
    25 years of immigration and the anti-aesthetic effects of interbreeding?


  6. mer

    The ’70s are like NJ. Better from a distance or as a memory.
    One never really wants to be “in” the ’70s or “in” NJ.


  7. Apex Predator

    You people are all fucking high. So the clothes were bad, hair was ‘eh’, and… we had a society, a nation, women were thin and attractive for the most part. I will take some crappy clothes and too much hair in a nation full of homogenous white people over this dysgenic dystopian nightmare of today with snappy clothes and great hairstyles. Priorities, FFS…


  8. Frank McConnell

    70s fashion was an “abomination”, but women covered with tattoos, sticking pins through their faces and dyeing their hair blue is the apex of beauty? Yeah, I’m with ya there guys. Who the hell wants to look at brightly colored polyester when they can gaze upon ink stains and puncture wounds. We’ve come so far since those dark days.


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