Record company guy one: “What should we do with this new wave crap?”
Record company guy two: “Whatever, throw some kids in the tub and sell it like a razor.”
— RS 11/3/77
I wonder if it is too late for Webster’s to take some sort of legal action against Mungo Jerry.
If no one realized by ‘72 that the sixties had gone down the drain, Danny Whitten’s obituary made it clear, even if it took “Tonight’s the Night” to spell it out 3 years later.
"He was sensitive and he loved everybody, but the main thing was drugs."
Captain Beyond might be a band worth the crate digging, or might be a big bunch of early ’70s crap. I vote for the latter.
Guy with short shorts: “No really, Don’t Look Back is even better than Boston”
Girl with short shorts: “Stop trying to force me into your weird van that you won by drinking cheap rum, creep.”
And so it begins, on a flight populated by cardboard cut-outs, launching a million slow dances, karaoke sing-alongs, and tribute videos.
I believe this photo completely sums up early Genesis, and thus also all of 70’s prog.
Genesis: To Them, It’s Only Rock & Role (RS 1/2/75)
All these years I didn’t realize that Billy Joel was telling me stories about myself. I do know that none of the stories about myself involve wearing a suit and no shoes.
Wow, I can’t believe they put one of The Runaways on the cover of Rolling Stone.
Ron Wood Lives It Up, RS 11/3/77