bottlenecker
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Also born in 1974. From what I do remember of the 70s, and looking at those pictures, I was in the wrong place.
@Skully covers it pretty well here. This has become a rather interesting thread to me. My knee-jerk reaction is to crap on the 70s. And they deserved it, in many ways. I spent the 70s yo-yo-ing between Canada and the US, which makes them kind of fragmented for me. I started the 70s in a remote northern community in Canada (no TV, no radio, no telephone) and ended it wandering the boarded-up streets of New York, wondering where I would crash for the night.What we had then that I couldn't give my kids was the freedom to roam and be out on our bikes and go wherever, from the streets to the creeks to the sewer lines that ran under the street (I was too chicken to do that, fortunately).
The music was better then and, shockingly, the country was less divided, even when you factor in Vietnam, but culture was a lot more backwards then in regards to marginalized groups -- although we all got along in my neighborhood -- and the cigarette smoke was yucky. Thankfully, my parents didn't smoke.
I certainly wouldn't want to go back and give up all the technology. I've got a recording studio in my garage, thousands of movies and TV shows at my fingertips and, you know, the internet.
Remember when once a movie had left the theaters and you had to wait, often years, to see it again on TV? I was lucky that there was a junior college within walking distance (Diablo Valley College in Pleasant Hill, Ca.) that had a free film program, so I got see things like... well, I just showed my daughter the 1972 big screen adaptation of Kurt Vonnegut Jr.'s "Slaughterhouse-Five," which I probably saw there as an unaccompanied minor at the age of ten, with Valerine Perrine's boobs 'n' everything. There was also a second run movie theater within walking distance that would let kids into R-rated movies, so as a 10-year-old I saw things like "Lenny," with Valerie Perrine's boobs again (in a lesbian scene!) and "Marathon Man," with Marthe Keller's boobs!
My grandfather worked at Sears from the end of WWII until he retired in the early '70s. Everything we got growing up was from Sears. It's like we were the Sears family. My dad's guns, my shoes, my mom's golf clubs, our furniture.We got our clothes at Sears. Anybody remember Sears Tough Skin corduroys?
Or...had a lot of fun... And remembered it well!Anyone who thinks back fondly on the 70’s must have done a lot of drugs. An awful lot.
It's funny that you mention Dazed & Confused as a movie...I was coming into this thread to ask about the movie Slapshot, which Rolling Stone pegs as "quintessential."I still think "Dazed & Confused" is one of the best cinematic representations of what life was like as an American kid back then.
It's funny that you mention Dazed & Confused as a movie...I was coming into this thread to ask about the movie Slapshot, which Rolling Stone pegs as "quintessential."