Posts Tagged ‘Doobie Brothers’

Feathered Hair

 

Wrangler Jeans and feathered hair. Serious situations that describe my not-so-serious life, back in the late 1970’s. Oh, yes, the feathered hair meant so much back then. My hair, the boys’ hair. Feathered. If the boy could flip that feathered hair, even better. Seriously – I think the boys had the better feather! Us girls would spend WAY too much time getting that flip just right; boys seemed to just have it without trying. Did they use gel? Did they use mouse? Hey, guys, we HATED you for that!!! Case in point: my saidies date has THE BEST FEATHER EVER, and I spent at least 45 minutes trying to get my feather oh-so-perfect, his looks so natural. Then again, I have no way of knowing how long my date actually spent getting that flip. Hey, John, how long DID it take you to get that perfect flip?

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The Infulence of Music for a Suburban Kid in the 1970’s

Looking back, the first ten albums I ever owned HIGHLY influenced my life, my future choices in music (and my choice in boyfriends, and jobs, and friends, and . . . you get the picture, right?) In no particular order, here they are:

Genesis – Foxtrot
Led Zepplin Four
Foghat – Fool for the City
Fleetwood Mac – Rumors
Chicago – Greatest
Kansas – Leftoveture
The Who – Tommy
Rolling Stones – Some Girls
Kiss – Destroyer
Doobie Brothers – Listen to the Music (Greatest Hits)

And in the number eleven spot – Queen. Anything and everything Queen.

This was FM radio in the late 70’s. This was KFOG. This was KOME. This is what I lived and loved to listen to in my little suburbia world .
And then I heard the Clash for the first time . . .

 

Bored in Suburbia

The Great American Novel Part II

Seriously, what else were bored kids in suburbia to do during the summer? There was only one mall, and it was a small one at that. We had “free swim” at the local high school during the day, the rope swing in the creek, and boring, hot summer nights to get into trouble. And boy did we try our best to get into trouble. I could say that I was influenced by my older brother to be the vandal that I inevitably became, but that would be a lie. I think I influenced HIM to be a vandal. Being a rebel felt liberating. Doing ‘bad things’ felt good. And the fun that ensued was only the tip of the rebel life I was sliding into – I can look back on it now and say “aha! THAT’S were it started!” but at the time, I had no idea WHAT I had started.


Play list . . .

I loved music so much that I had to create a play list, or as I used to call it – Soundtrack – to my life at the time. Silly? Maybe. Fun? Yes. Whaddya want, I wasn’t even a teenager yet!!