Where were you in the early '70's? What were you doing then?

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OK, come on now. Fess up. Who was into hip stuff then, like this group:

  • Profile picture of the author acrasial
    I was just a dormant egg cell, and was later to be a sperm mixed with this egg cell...lol



    but until then, I was listening to this, as a tiny egg...lol

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  • Profile picture of the author tryinhere
    Well it was the 70's , for those who remember it was the last era of the muscle car (before the invention of plastic) one of my old toys below and yes those 2 songs above were probably playing at the time i was spinning the wheels of youth.
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  • Profile picture of the author Mega B
    @dbarnum i remember it very well and i had to laugh at the then just plain Jimmy Saville later to become 'Sir' Jimmy Saville he is still alive and must be in his 80s and what ever happened to Pans People from TOP ???

    I forgot to mention a year after that was filmed i passed my driving test in a Ford Anglia those were the days.
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  • Profile picture of the author KimW
    Early 70s huh? well, in 1970 I was turning 16. As a semi normal 16 year old male I would guess that was close to when I was switching from reading Batman and Superman to reading Playboy.
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  • Profile picture of the author Kenster
    70's. I was preparing for the ultimate swim race. Well worth it...i won
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    • Profile picture of the author lcombs
      I graduated high school (Hamilton Taft. Go Tigers!), in 1972.

      3/2 beer was still being brewed. Legal age - 18.
      Miami University, Oxford, Ohio was about 12 miles up the road. The #1 3/2 beer outlet in the WORLD!

      Miami was voted by Playboy magazine as the prettiest girls college in the U.S.
      "hippie chicks" wearing halter tops and (what is now referred to as), "Daisy Dukes". short, short cut-offs.

      Sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll!

      Wednesday trough Saturday on High St. (Fittingly enough), was like a fair. the streets were packed with people.
      The Boars head on one corner and The Purity across the street.
      Both had great bands. Bill Bartlett (then in Starstruck) of Ram Jam and "Black Betty" fame at the Boars Head.

      I could go on forever.

      What a great time to be 18!
      Actually, I was going to the Oxford bars at 16 using a fake ID.
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      • Profile picture of the author Steven Wagenheim
        The 1970s (at least the early 70s) are the only era that I enjoyed as much
        as the 60s.

        I turned 13 in 1970. I became heavily involved in music to the point where
        almost nothing else existed.

        I did an extensive study of 60s music (even though I lived through the
        Beatles and other groups of the time) because I wanted to go beyond
        the "pop" stuff.

        I subsequently accumulated what has to be one of the largest record
        collections in the world...all on a $35 a week allowance and a paper route.

        I lived with a transistor radio glued to my head. I was so compulsive that
        I'd even buy records I didn't like just because it was available.

        I grew out of that after 1989 when I finally couldn't stand 90% of what
        was out there...but by then it was too late.

        My basement is almost wall to wall records...a 900 square foot home.

        Sometimes I think that I missed out on so much of life because of my
        music obsession that I wonder what it was like to do other stuff.

        I casually did:

        Bowling
        Baseball
        Basketball
        Movies
        TV
        Comics

        But music had to take up at least 8 hours of every day after I got home
        from school.

        The scariest part of it, however, was how you could name a song and I
        could tell you the date it charted and how high it went on the charts.

        A failing memory has taken that skill and flushed it down the toilet.

        But boy...did I impress a lot of people with my useless music trivia.

        The 70s were...well...were the years that made me what I am today, for
        good or bad.

        I could tell you where I was and what I was doing the first time I heard
        just about any song at the time...something that came from listening to
        WABC weekly surveys and American Top 40.

        High Points:

        First time I heard "I Think I Love You" I was at my grandparents house in
        their dining room playing cards. It was Casino.

        First time I heard "Games" by Redeye and "No Matter What" by Badfinger,
        it was walking home from the Valley Fair in Irvington after buying records
        after school.

        First time I heard "Stay Awhile" by The Bells, I was walking with my friend
        Paul while he was out collecting for the Star Ledger and I heard the song
        outside my apartment on Manor Drive on my radio that was shaped like a
        police siren.

        I could keep going but I think you get the picture.

        The 70s are like a huge watercolor painting of my life...with the colors
        slowly washing away with time.

        Part of me would love to go back and relive those days.

        And then there is a part of me that never wants to see them (the acne,
        the girl troubles, the lousy homework, the raging hormones) again.

        With the passage of time, we tend to remember the good and forget
        about the bad.

        Until we can't seem to remember much of anything.

        Until we hear the music again.

        And then we remember again and it all comes back.

        God how I loved and hated those years.
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      • Profile picture of the author Michael Motley
        Originally Posted by lcombs View Post

        I graduated high school (Hamilton Taft. Go Tigers!), in 1972.

        3/2 beer was still being brewed. Legal age - 18.
        Miami University, Oxford, Ohio was about 12 miles up the road. The #1 3/2 beer outlet in the WORLD!

        Miami was voted by Playboy magazine as the prettiest girls college in the U.S.
        "hippie chicks" wearing halter tops and (what is now referred to as), "Daisy Dukes". short, short cut-offs.

        Sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll!

        Wednesday trough Saturday on High St. (Fittingly enough), was like a fair. the streets were packed with people.
        The Boars head on one corner and The Purity across the street.
        Both had great bands. Bill Bartlett (then in Starstruck) of Ram Jam and "Black Betty" fame at the Boars Head.

        I could go on forever.

        What a great time to be 18!
        Actually, I was going to the Oxford bars at 16 using a fake ID.
        I had a couple female friends that went to oxford around 86-90. I cant tell you how much money we spent on pitcher beers or how many times the girls had to carry my drunk self to the floor of their dorm room.

        And yes..there were LOADS of hot females in oxford.


        in the early 70's, i was not old enough to get into trouble yet, that didnt come until the 80's
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  • Profile picture of the author HeySal
    I was in my last two years of high school 70 - 72 In 73 I went to Germany with my new husband and toured Europe for a year and a half, then it was home again with a full Paris wardrobe that made my friends green with envy. I missed the 21 year old restriction on booze all together. Germany had no age law and when I got home at 19, almost 20, the age had been lowered to 19 and wasn't lifted again until I was 21.

    Still have one outfit from my high school days that hasn't disintegrated from age yet and I wear it on summer days still.

    I still remember the music - the protests - the freedom. That's what I remember most, the freedom. The neighbors and local cops who let your parents handle you instead of throwing you in jail for breathing crooked, the kindred spirit and the playfulness -- and the wonders we enjoyed discussing things like that our solar system might just be a little portion of the thumbnail of some massive creature of another dimension.

    It is the one time in life that I wish we could go back to.
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  • Profile picture of the author HeySal
    Originally Posted by sgtwhite View Post

    In 1973 I was a rookie cop; Then I set out on a police career arresting people for
    breathing the wrong way. Never took a kid home, and never gave anyone a break.


    Sarge
    That's a nice story, Sarge. And now that you are retired, you can know that there is a whole community of people grateful for your care and guidance to return the favor when your pensions and SS collapse or when you accidentally fall in error of financial law and lose everything you own.

    There are many figures in history who would admire you greatly, Sarg - it's too bad that they went on before you so you can't reap the enjoyment of their felicitations. Must be frustrating for you......
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  • Profile picture of the author MikeAmbrosio
    1973 (when I was 9) was the year our house caught fire (we lived on the first floor of a 2-family and the upstairs neighbor fell asleep with a smoke). No one was hurt thankfully, but to this day I vividly remember walking out the back door and looking up, seeing the flames shoot out of the window. Then hearing the fire trucks coming down the block...

    1974 I was 10 and playing my third year of Little League Baseball. It was exciting for me because it was the year I finally learned to hit consistently and started playing the hot corner - Little Brooks they called me by the end of that season.

    Like Steven I had an obsession with music, but at that point it was all A.M. pop music because we did not have FM radio. In fact, I didn't know it existed until a couple of years later.

    By 1977 I lost my youthful innocence. That was the year I discovered the 4 "ing's"...

    Smoking
    Toking
    Drinking
    and F*&$ing

    Took me a few years to get through that haze...
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  • Profile picture of the author chooch
    I was in the "beautiful jungles of Viet Nam" fighting in a silly little conflict (WAR). Ho-Hum.
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  • Profile picture of the author Lambert Klein
    Just out of High School... driving past a Ford plant that had a giant sign "HELP WANTED".

    Got a job there while going to tech school at night.

    Went to a few concerts: Black Sabbath, Alice Cooper, Egar Winter and others. I missed Jimi Hendrix though

    Got drafted two years out of High School . They sent me to San Fransico and Montery. Felt really out of place there with my short hair.

    When I got out I went back to Fords for a short while then went into construction. Had a lot of fun in the 70s except for the Army. Seen Led Zeppelin.

    Got married. Seperated, Divorced.

    It was a wild time..... Think Sarge arrested me once....
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  • Profile picture of the author errorman
    I was still in an unnamed place

    I was born in 80's and 90's was my crazy times
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  • Profile picture of the author lcombs
    Those were indeed strange days.
    A very unique time.

    When I tell my kids, (or anyone under 40) what it was like they just get this blank look on their face. Like I'm from another planet.

    I told a kid I used to work with about "Sunday beer".
    It was illegal to sell beer on Sunday but there were a few places in the rural areas that would sell on Sunday, as well as, under-age.

    He had no idea what I was talking about.

    Or, being refused service in restaurants because I had long hair.

    Now, the guys who wanted to beat me up for having long hair have long hair themselves.

    And, like many of you have said, it was all about the music.

    I told my son-in-law that back then we never watched TV. We listened to music.
    He was astonished.

    And, Heysal, we also contemplated the concept of the solar system being a molecule in a larger universe.

    Anyone remember "National Lampoon". The magazine, not the movie company.
    Who would've thought P.J. O'Rourke would become a conservative talk show host and commentator.?
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  • Profile picture of the author KimW
    "Anyone remember "National Lampoon". The magazine, not the movie company."

    Of course, they were marketing geniuses!

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  • Profile picture of the author seasoned
    I was just a little kid in the 70s. My vehicle was a BICYCLE! And yeah, I liked simon and garfunkel. So where was I? Well, I WAS in grade school through highschool. I lived in California, kern, newhall, LA, and calabassas counties.

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    • Profile picture of the author seasoned
      Originally Posted by Indiana View Post

      Hell Steve you sound like a kid again...-O)...Good for you!...The child is the father of the man...Walk back over that" bridge of troubled waters" and you you will find me and the sarge..Today with lots of relections...-O)...Indy
      What do you mean I sound like a kid again? That was LONG ago. I WISH it were still the 70s!
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  • Profile picture of the author Lambert Klein
    Originally Posted by sgtwhite View Post

    IKlien;

    >It was a wild time..... Think Sarge arrested me once....<

    I worked many a rock concert as a cop. I remember the times I got beer thrown
    on me and called a pig. I also recall the kids I helped who had overdosed, or went
    bonker on LSD. A good time for many fans, and a real challenge for those who
    had to manage thousands of youth on the brink of becoming an out of control mob.

    Sarge
    I was a MP in the Army ( not by choice) Seen a lot of drunks, accidents and stuff.
    Being in San Fransico in the early 70s was rough. Even the 80 year olds had long hair Like I did before I was drafted. Everyone knew you were in the military even in your civilian clothes.

    It was the " Love & Peace " era.
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    • Profile picture of the author HeySal
      Originally Posted by lklein View Post

      I was a MP in the Army ( not by choice) Seen a lot of drunks, accidents and stuff.
      Being in San Fransico in the early 70s was rough. Even the 80 year olds had long hair Like I did before I was drafted. Everyone knew you were in the military even in your civilian clothes.

      It was the " Love & Peace " era.

      You remember the Cinderella Ballroom? I used to love to go to concerts there. If you were at the J. Geils/Dr.Hook concert or that awesome Humble Pie premier concert, Alice Cooper, Ted Nugent, and on and on then we might have been at the same concerts together. LOL.

      Sarge - if your people felt comfortable calling you, and trusted you to do right by them even if you had to obey some laws yourself, then you weren't the hardcore critter you try to make yourself out to be. We had a cop in town - small town USA, named Sgt Perino, might have spelled that wrong. He was an absolute Sheriff Taylor - couldn't describe him any other way other than the Italian look to him, LOL.

      I remember once when my sister was a senior in high school she got in major dutch with my parents for something. In my senior year my class had a grasser party (a grasser was an outdoors party in a field near a woods) and, of course, it was a kegger. Yeah, it was illegal but the laws were a bit more lenient in small town MI back then - your parents could actually take you to a bar and hand you a drink - you couldn't buy it but you could drink it if your parents were chaperoning you - parents were allowed to decide a lot then they aren't now, but then they took more responsibility then, too.

      Anyway - the cops ended up coming out to the farm and so we all scattered into the woods. One of my friends and I were running and tripped over a downed barbed wire fence and fell flat on our faces. When we looked up we were starring straight at officer Joe Perino. He laughed all the way back to my parents house and I later found out he was the same cop who brought my sister home from the party in her senior year. I also found out what it was like to have the tar grounded out of you.

      I remember the time my parents were in Florida the day I was coming home from somewhere and I beat them and was locked out of the house. Joe came to break me in and the new guy in town partner of his had a fit the whole time because Joe was helping me break into a house.

      A few years later after I moved out of town they had their first real crime there - three people in a convenience store near the park were shot execution style in a robbery. I've always wondered how that changed Joe. It changed the rest of the town a bit. It just never had the same feel to it after that. I had the tar grounded out of me twice - then and when, at 15 I snuck off to woodstock for the weekend with my friends. We actually thought we could pull it off. Oh well - that one was worth it.
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      • Profile picture of the author Lambert Klein
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        HeySal;1894902] You remember the Cinderella Ballroom? I used to love to go to concerts there. If you were at the J. Geils/Dr.Hook concert or that awesome Humble Pie premier concert, Alice Cooper, Ted Nugent, and on and on then we might have been at the same concerts together. LOL.
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        I wonder.....

        I seen Humble Pie in San Fransico. They were great. That concert had Edgar Winter opening for them.

        First time I really heard Edgar. They were fantastic. I think they took away some of Humble Pie's thunder that night.

        In Michigan I been to the Granny Ball Room way back... The Pontiac Silverdome and then there was that outside place... Forgot the name.... something HILL.


        I did see Alice and Black Sabbath in Michigan, but not sure were now...

        And of course there was Oz Fest...

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  • Profile picture of the author HorseStall
    I don't remember much.....

    Not because of a haze of drugs but because I was just beginning to crawl ;-)
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  • Profile picture of the author Lambert Klein
    Oh! That outside area was Pine Knob. Been there a couple times for concerts too.
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  • Profile picture of the author Karen Blundell
    1970: I was sweet 16. I got my first guitar that year, given to me by my first boyfriend. It was a gorgeous small body Fender accoustic. That year was a year of firsts.

    I was listening to this type of music back then (she is still my idol!)
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