hold me closer, tony danza...

when i used to date (well not so much "date," as was "sleep with anything that was hot, had two legs and a nice wingwang" but that's beside the point), it was always about the time that musical tastes came into the conversation that most people were astounded (apparently) that i was a fan of the greatest decade of all time for music: the 70's.

i love, LOVE LOVE LOVE, the 70's.

but how could someone only past the cusp of 20 be into a decade before his time.

cause i'm fabulous goddamnit.

moving on.

so yea, i was totally born in the wrong era. polyester suits, the fu manchu mustaches, the afros, the discos, the skates, the clothes, the hair... the drugs, the weed?! i mean come on, throw in some spandex and platforms, and you've got my wetdream.

so i spent all weekend downloading tons of 70's classics. i'm listening to melissa manchester, "midnight blue," at the moment. it's been a nostalgic weekend. other songs on the list include, but are no limited to:

America, Carly Simon, Carole King (still love all their music to this day), blue suede, bay city rollers, free, chicago, diana ross, captain and tenille, harry chapin, heat, janis ian, freda payne, emotions, earth wind & fire, jefferson starship, janis joplin, yvonne elliman, sweet, the doors, the o'jays, the pretenders, tony ordlando and dawn, van morrison, three dog night, starland vocal band.

i know i'm such a fruit, but god, THAT was music. not the crap of today. i can't turn the radio on without hearing either (a) ghetto rap (that will be gone in a year or two, mark my words) (b) whiney voice fronted boy "rock bands" that are more pop than most of the bubble gum pop out there or (c) the person with a piano who thought it'd be "neato" to sing as falsetto as possible.

the next time i want to hear someone tell me "it was because you had a bad day" or that "you're beautiful," i'll go sledgehammer ric in the nuts and tell him to sing as he rolls around on the floor in agony. until then, STOP ASSUMING ANYONE WANTS TO LISTEN TO YOUR WHINEY "POETIC" CRAPILICOUS SHIT ON THE RADIO. you are and never will be comparable to either of the gibb brothers, now quit singing and go cut yourself in the tub like you know you want to.

meh.

now excuse me, abba is on and my platforms are calling from the closet.