WARNING TO MY YOUNGER READERS (and from what I can tell, that’s most of you because well, I am Methuselah’s daughter), this post is NOT for the terminally hip.
If you’re a self-professed music purist and just too damn cool, move along. This post will bore you to the point where you’ll think Dane Cook has talent.
I usually hate for anything on my blog to appear even remotely exclusionary, unless of course you’re a Democrat, but this post has been written specifically for my middle sister, Karol and my oldest friend, Cheryl; two people who share my love, appreciation and respect for the culture and more specifically, the schlock music of the late 60’s and early 70’s.
Yeah, I could’ve included stuff from the Stones and Cream and the Beatles and Zeppelin but that’ s not the music I’m talking about here.
I’m talking about what made MY memories.
So, with that bit of pedantia out of the way, this post is for you, friend o’ friend and dear middle sis, but it’s dedicated to MM and Bubba and The Rialto and 10-speeds and Eunice and KCJH and AM radio and one-hit wonders and Karnes City and Kenedy and South Central Texas and innocence and pure love and……life before it got so fucking complicated.
Albert Flasher by The Guess Who
Please meet our first set of of mop top urchins from London. This is Thunderclap Newman and “Something In The Air”.
This video of Queen Helen Mirren photographed in various “raiments” was not my first choice for Rod Stewart’s “You Wear It Well”. It merely included the best musical quality of the song.
Talented broad and everything, but I ask you to IGNORE THE WOMAN
BEHIND THE, er WEARING THE CURTAINS!!!!
And now prepare to get cavities….seventies style!!
I have to laugh when I think that I actually bought these 45’s for 55-cents (money pilfered from Mother Nonie’s purse) at Western Auto and then ran home to play them—repeatedly—on a mono-turn table.
This shit makes my pancreas ache with diabetic overload, but I couldn’t have been 12, in seventh grade or and it wouldn’t have been 1971 without AM radio generated, saccharin laced bubble gum pop.
And this one has lyrics even!! Come on everybody….sing.
This is a vocal equivalent of an ALL SKATE!!
Oh and one more thing kids: this song– my seventh grade anthem– is “Precious and Few” by Climax…NOT The Climax Blues Band.
Sing Cheryl…sing!!! Sing as if Simon Legree was gonna beat yo ass bloody, girl!!!
Hurricane Smith’s “Oh Babe, What Would You Say”.
And Youngins, if you’re even still with me at this point, I’d like to introduce you to Black Michael Jackson. Here he is young and fresh….the very kind of child he’d love to abuse!!
“Got To Be There” was recorded in the late spring of 1971; back when Michael could still breath through his nose and still capable of hittin’ them high notes….years before Daddy Joe (Bring me my ass whoopin’ belt, Germaine!!!) Jackson allowed his boyish man figs to descend AND before the ravages of so-called “vitiligo” and scary, scary applications of “I Hate Daddy” skin bleach.
Also, this video includes a bullshit bonus track of some deep album cut that never went anywhere. Ignore it.
“We wrote on the corner of the table….this is the only one that will last”.
Well, THAT was a lie. But I suppose Beverly Bremers had ONLY the best intentions. Hear her now as she warbles the torchy classic from ’71, “Don’t Say You Don’t Remember”.
Remember the dulcet tones of David Gates when he fronted “Bread”? I do.
Good times. Karol and I went to Europe during the summer of “72 and must’ve heard this particular song about 340,000 times between Munich, JFK and the San Antonio International Airport.
Thanks for the WONDERFUL audio variety, Branniff!! And you’re out of business today, why?????
Here’s “Everything I Own”.
I have this “thing” for British things. Isn’t that interesting???? I find the British people fascinating. Guess I’m an Anglophile. So, in keeping up with the (Tom) Jones’s, here’s little known, English Congregation with the even more obscure, “Whispering I Love You”.
Oh Can-uh-Duh. This one’s for you Kris and Furry Chocolates.
“Sweet City Woman” by The Stampeders, which I can only assume by the moniker, they were a band from Calgary, n’est pas??
I like this song, but the pace of this video sounds a lot slower than what I remember on AM radio.
Even at 331/3, it’s still awfully groovy, huh Marcia Brady???
And last but not least, this sickeningly sweet Walker Brothers ditty is from 1967.
They’re decidedly American, but high-tailed it over to Inglaterra to make a name for themselves. I suppose they did. They had this hit and a few others.
“The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Anymore” has always been a favorite sing of mine—dating way back to when I was a mere female sapling with concave tits.
The lyrics aren’t synced up with the Brother’s lips, but dig how one of them, the dark, moody, brooding “brother” was sure trying to Jim Morrison it up.