Classic Rock Music ~ The Music That Will Not Die!
'Seventies Classic Rock Hits' The top one hundred classic rock hits of every year in the decade of the 1970's!
Rodney Stange, author of 'Nineteen Seventy Something' has vowed to preserve the memories of the decade of the nineteen-seventies! If you were there back in the seventies, you know it was all about the music!
A note from author Rodney Strange:
We didn't call it classic rock back in the day. We were just kids...teens searching to find ourselves in the wild and untamed world of the seventies. It was the music, what is called classic rock today, that many of us turned to in searching for our identity. The Beatles and Elvis had revolutionalized music in America in the nineteen sixties, opening the door and setting the pace for rock music in the seventies.
America rode into the decade of the nineteen-seventies on a horse with no name singing 'Me and you and a dog named Boo' and 'Jeremiah was a bullfrog.' Rock music had discovered Broadway (or was it the other way around) with 'Jesus Christ Superstar.' We wore bell bottoms and paisley shirts, with gold chains around our necks. Well, I didn't...I had just entered my teen years and still sporting Converse tennis shoes. But, all in all, to the best of my recollection, the beginning of the seventies seemed to kick off with a bang.
I discovered I was a normal thirteen-year-old, my ear glued to the radio most of my free time, absorbing all that..what you young folks now call classic rock. My daddy, a wandering man with restless feet, had settled his family in Ft. Worth, and I adapted to the city life quite well. I attended a large school, made lots of friends, and, to my surprise, even found myself attracted to a young girl or two. Bill Mack, the Midnight Cowboy on WBAP, would lull me to sleep every night with Johnny Cash's 'Sunday Morning Coming Down' and I'd struggle to fight off sleep until he'd finally play a song from some thirteen-year-old girl from west Texas named Tanya Tucker. It was her I really fell for back in those days.
In the summer of 1971, my daddy decided he'd stayed put long enough and moved us out to the eastern edge of west Texas to a dusty, rundown community of around three thousand people. I found myself in shock after the life of the city and vowed I'd never like this new town...not it nor the redneck hicks who populated it.
Meanwhile, on another planet called Earth, Simon and Garfunkle were singing about some bridge, 'Patton' was the movie of the year (I didn't see it until two years later when the drive-in finally showed it) and a TV show called 'All in the Family' aired which again I didn't see because...we lived so far out in the middle of NOWHERE! President Nixon was still an okay guy and Phyllis George was even better as Miss America.
The following year Carol King and 'The Godfather' were the talk of the town...well, not our town because we had no clue what was happening in the rest of the world. I spent my Saturday nights in front of the TV watching 'Hee-Haw' with tears in my eyes, wishing I was out on the town with my friends, who were probably sitting at home with tears in their eyes, too. We didn't know it, but Atari had introduced the very first 'video game' called Pong, but we were well aware that Dallas won the Superbowl that year.
Just as 1973 rolled around, we pulled out of the Vietnam war, which had been going on most of my life. Henry Kissinger won the Nobel Peace Prize. Cronkite talked about something called Watergate on the evening news but I didn't pay much attention to that because, you know, 'Hee-Haw.'
It was the mid-seventies that I...and America seemed to spring to life. I started driving and Nixon resigned. I didn't pay much attention because...no more 'Hee-Haw.' I discovered a whole new life out there in the midst of that Texas no man's land. Whether I liked to admit it or not, that little podunk town had become home, a place where memories were yet to be made...memories so cherished that decades later I would write my first true novel about those times. 'Nineteen Seventy Something,' I'd call it. I discovered true love...and lust. I ruined my ears to the sounds of Grand Funk Railroad and The Eagles. Yes, whatever was happening on that other planet called Earth, I could care less about. I had come of age!
As 1975 drew to a close, I found myself graduated from high school, in college, and on my own...not necessarily in that order. 'Saturday Night Live' introduced itself and the Coneheads to America. Olivia Newton-John had captured my heart and Stevie Wonder had captured the radio. I was burning up the back roads in my Plymouth Roadrunner still addicted to the Eagles. With a steady girl and a standby just in case, my life had never been better. And perhaps even America was at the top of her game as well. In '76 she celebrated her bi-centennial, and we all celebrated right along with her. So was America great in the seventies...was it Tony the Tiger GGGreat? Well...no.
The decade began with the Kent State tragedy where police killed four college student protesters. That didn't sit well with America. Watergate took up much of the early decade with both a president and vice-president resigning. Perhaps the nation found itself in a dull lull during the mid-seventies, still reeling from Watergate while still trying to deal with the aftershock of the Vietnam war...namely so many was veterans who for the first time in the nation's history, came home in shame. And Roe vs Wade set the stage for what would become a battle that would be fought for decades to come.
Then there was Jimmy Carter...deep sigh. The Arab Oil Embargo caused gas prices to soar to over a dollar a gallon, launching an era of double-digit inflation. The seventies became the decade that would force mothers into the workforce simply to help support their families. When the decade began, the average annual household income was pegged at a little over eight thousand dollars. As the decade drew to a close, that number had doubled to sixteen thousand and still, the majority of families struggled to make ends meet. Out of all the hardships I recall during that decade, it was inflation that literally dropped America to her knees. It got so bad that farmers drove their tractors to Washington DC in protest. To finish out the seventies, a group of Iranian militants seized an American Embassy and took hostages. If we hadn't had enough of Jimmy Carter...that put us over the edge.
And me...the seventies didn't end well for me either. The love of my life moved to California, came back a year later to marry me only to find me married to another woman...with a child on the way! Don't even ask. And to top it off, the Eagles broke up and, get this...DISCO!