During several years as the head buyer for a very large record store, I had a few dozen label reps wooing me on a regular basis.
As they were giving me stuff, I was receptive to being wooed and I got along quite well with all of them except for the one we’d dubbed Dodgeball. He went behind my back to get an order for some long-forgetten band called Space Monkeys.
(no one needs 300 copies of Space Monkeys – not in 1997, not now, not ever)
One rep who I always got a kick out of was Lenny, who walked with a limp and resembled Kenny Rogers.
As much as those details alone made him compelling – had The Gambler been shot? – I liked Lenny because he’d worked in the music industry for decades and could spin a yarn.
He had little interest in the grunge and alternative rock that was dominating the musical landscape at the time and he’d often ask me how old I was.
He’d bob his head like some bird that might eventually end up as part of a meal at a Kenny Rogers Roasters.
“You know, you’ll eventually end up listening to country music.”
I suppose that he was telling me that I’d outgrow the greasy kids stuff.
This migration toward country music hasn’t occurred, but I have come to realize that there’s something about the music of the ’70s that makes for a good morning commute.
I was two as the decade began and twelve as it concluded. Music was just beginning to be of interest to me in the period after disco had crashed and burned.
The music of ’70s is familiar to me, but much of it’s not overly so. Even big hits of the decade are songs I’ve probably heard less than some of the minor hits of the ’80s when I was listening to the radio obsessively.
And though the ’70s – like the ’80s – have certainly been unfairly maligned, hearing Hot Chocolate’s Every 1s A Winner, 10cc’s The Things We Do For Love, Gordon Lightfoot’s Sundown, and The Knack’s Good Girls Don’t (as I did on the commute one morning this past week) works well enough for me.
And, to add some detail to the sometimes fuzzy memories I have of the music of the ’70s, 7 Inches Of 70s Pop and 70s Music Mayhem – two wonderful sites devoted solely to the decade – are frequent destinations.
Here are four mostly random hits from the ’70s…
Jim Croce – You Don’t Mess Around With Jim
from Bad Bad Leroy Brown: The Definitive Collection (1998)
I remember my dad quoting the advice given in You Don’t Mess Around With Jim, so I might have heard the song when it became Croce’s first hit in late summer of ’72. It’s a rollicking number much in the vein of Bad, Bad Leroy Brown, which would be an even bigger hit the following spring.
At one record store where I worked, five or six of us had a bookie named Stick Daddy.
I never met Stick Daddy, but Jim Croce probably did.
Lobo – Me And You And A Dog Named Boo
from Have A Nice Decade: The 70s Pop Culture Box (1998)
Though I was a toddler in 1971, I do remember hearing Lobo’s Me And You And A Dog Named Boo on the radio at the time. I imagine the fact that the singer had a dog appealed to me.
(my brother and I had to make do with a hamster and hamsters, if no one has ever told you, don’t fetch).
But I dig the breezy song which I can’t help thinking would have made a most excellent theme song to a Saturday morning kids show.
Looking Glass – Brandy (You’re A Fine Girl)
from Have A Nice Decade: The 70s Pop Culture Box (1998)
Brandy is perfect, a song that is always welcome when it pops up on the iPod’s shuffle (or in the supermarket, for that matter). It seems that it would be ripe to be covered, but, then again, perhaps its nautical themes and tale of those residing at a port in a harbor town wouldn’t resonate with today’s pop audience.
Boston – More Than A Feeling
from Boston (1976)
For some reason, even though it was apparently a hit in the winter months, I think of More Than A Feeling as a summer song. Although I’m not rabid about the song, it does conjure up a good vibe for me and I’ve never quite understood the venom reserved for Boston.
Also, I find it amusing that Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit was influenced by the song.