Decades, Part III
Sunday, December 13, 2009 at 8:01PM As promised on Monday, I continue to sum up the decades via links on the internet. Here’s the ‘70’s, have a nice decade!
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The 1970’s
Heavy metal.
You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
From the movie theater onto the TV screens.
Lava, not just a soap anymore.
My Lai massacre.
The Gremlin.
Let it be.
Overweight cassettes.
Houston we have a problem.
“Tin soldiers and Nixon coming. Four dead in Ohio.”
JImi Hendrix: Dead at 27.
Janis Joplin: Dead at 27.
Stifle yourself, Edith!
Mother Nature, any relation to Motherfucker?
Jim Morrison: Dead at 27.
Bangladesh.
Attica...Attica...Attica!
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin.’
McGovern and Eagleton.
McGovern and Shriver.
Four more years.
Video games.
War is over.
World Trade Center.
Black light posters.
1950’s nostalgia.
Mood rings
Grasshopper.
The battle of the sexes.
Spiro: I am a crook.
I am not a crook!
Patty Hearst/Tania.
Okay, I AM a crook.
We get a president that no one voted for.
Nixon sneezes, Ford pardons. One hand washes the other.
Rumble in the jungle.
Sunday, Monday...
Wheel. Of. Fortune!
Disco here, disco there.
The Squeaky assasin gets the cell.
Silly String.
Live...from New York...
In the ‘60’s we had Sgt. Pepper, in the ‘70’s we had this.
A is for Apple and April Fool’s.
And it’s also for Ancient Chinese Secret.
And it’s also for Air Hockey. Okay, enough of that.
ONECHEWFREEFOUR!
In the ‘70s going green had a different meaning.
Bicentennial Madness.
Summer of Sam (and I’m not talking Wong, either.)
CBGB’s.
Jimmy Carter runs.
Gerald Ford stumbles.
Finally a President we elected.
Saturday Night’s not only live, it’s got a fever too.
The first brother.
Hotel California is open for business.
Hold the lettuce...between your knees.
Let’s do it.
Rumours has it.
Punk rock hits Brits.
I still haven’t seen this fucking movie and never will.
Blackout = riots.
The King dies on his throne.
Apparently the secrest woid was: Pneumonia.
An early inspiration for Sarah Palin.
The poster that millions of teenaged boys put to good use (myself included.)
The smell of death’s around you.
Never mind the bollocks...
Roman’s roamin.’
Good news for Mark Harmon.
Proved that Americans preferred paper.
Bad P.R. for Kool-Aid.
Send in the clown.
She decided it’s not much fun being Tania, after all.
Whoops-a-doozy.
Disco Riot.
Before the insanity set in, there was this.
Iran’s not playing nicely.
It couldn’t have happened in a nicer place.
Live long and eat popcorn.
Why didn’t I think of this?
Reader Comments (1)
All I remember from the 70s is: The Bay City Rollers, Grease, Jimmy Carter and a snowstorm. I try to limit my memories to four per decade.