Oh, man, 1975.
Not just 1975. It’s 1975 distilled and congealed into a solid block of Qiana. Tree-trunk pantlegs revealing the occasional stack heel. Irish setter hairdos. It’s likely that these fellers have ears, but there’s no evidence. Tom Selleck tried to buy that guy’s mustache, but it wasn’t for sale, and he had a grow a thin, effeminate substitute himself. The drummer is embedded in his hair like an asteroid that hit a fuzzy planet. Hang glider collars on shirts that had never even shared a shelf with a natural fiber. Any fondue stains come right out of that stuff. You know, if you have a terrible fondue accident while reaching inexpertly for the quiche in the conversation pit. The piano player of course has the requisite bizarre gloss on a tuxedo, which wouldn’t reach full flower until a few years later when they just printed the pattern on a T-shirt. The belts were leather straps capable of towing a Jeep out of ditch.
And in case you missed it, people could actually sing and play their instruments in 1975.
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A blast from Antiquity, that far-off age when rockers could afford tailored clothes without artfully worn holes in them, and knew how to operate a safety razor. And yes, much like the generation of musicians before them, they could sing and play.
You win the November 2023 Internet just for “Qiana.” By coincidence, two months ago almost to the day, I paddled a kayak across a bay to watch these guys (although I was told there’s only one original dog left – I haven’t confirmed). How often do you get to sit in a kayak at night and watch a concert for free? A great, fun, nostalgic night for all, and…harmony is a fickle beast in your 80’s…
Hi Charles- Thanks for reading and commenting.
It’s cold here. We can’t settle for single dog nights.
Thought that was older than ’75. by ’75 we were solid into Aerosmith and Atlanta Rhythm Section…..