Wednesday, April 23, 2014

T is for...

Take Me Home Country Roads...
John Denver, 1971.


A Serenade of Seventies songs, from the soundtrack of my life, is my theme for the A-Z challenge this year.

I found this to be the greatest hit on his greatest hits album we had. This was the song I thought was going to catapult me and my fabulous voice to fame. Even before the day I was introduced to the giant brown earphones, I had this vinyl, a black fold-up record player on a table in my bedroom, a few coins if the needle skipped, and a chair to stand on. My stuffed animals were the lucky guests at my private concerts, where I commanded that room.

Country roads take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home country roads

I was a kid growing up in Central New York, who had visited West Virginia once, so I have no idea why I felt this song so much. My favorite part was this change-up...

I hear her voice
In the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And driving down the road I get a feeling 
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Then again, my encore was often something off the Mary Poppins soundtrack. Considering I did not have a nanny who dropped in on an umbrella, there really was no logic to my song choices.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

S is for...

Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word...
Elton John, 1976.


A Serenade of Seventies songs, from the soundtrack of my life, is my theme for the A-Z challenge this year.

This song is from another album in our well worn lyric sheet collection. 
My mom had these totally awesome big brown earphones for our stereo system, and I completely misunderstood the point of wearing them. Instead of keeping our apartment tranquil by listening to the music quietly on my own, I sang...loudly. It can be fairly difficult to hear one's own voice while wearing earphones, and the stereo cranked. Apparently I was under the impression that she would much rather hear my voice, and none of the instruments, than the actual artists.

I really did not have any ideas for what Sir Elton should have said when sorry seemed to be the hardest word, other than sorry. I still felt badly for him though, as the sadness turned to absurdity.

It's sad, so sad
It's a sad sad situation
And it's getting
More and more absurd


What have I got to do
When sorry seems to be the hardest word?

Monday, April 21, 2014

R is for...

Rainy Days and Mondays...The Carpenters, 1971.


A Serenade of Seventies songs, from the soundtrack of my life, is my theme for the A-Z challenge this year.

Oh, the dulcet tones of the Carpenters. They covered the full range of feelings, from on top of the world to this one...

What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around, some kind of lonely clown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
There was no way my child self of the seventies could have possibly understood the foreshadowing in this song. Many years of Mondays and rainy days have made the picture much more clear.

Hangin' around, nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Q is for...

Queen Bee...Barbra Streisand, 1976.

A Serenade of Seventies songs, from the soundtrack of my life, is my theme for the A-Z challenge this year.

A Star is Born? The movie? You mean there was more than just an incredible soundtrack? I was not old enough back then to partake. Instead, I fabricated my own story from the pictures on the album cover, inserting some version of of myself wherever I saw fit. Kris Kristofferson was so dreamy!

The black, black widow is sittin' in the middle 
Of the web, it's the fly she seeks
You may be her lover, but you never will recover
Cause she aint had a bite for weeks

You think you're the same, cause you got the same name
But the widow has a mobile home
Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you
And she's never gonna let you roam

I loved the lyrics to this song and the punch Barbra packed into the delivery of each one.


My favorite part...

So, in conclusion, it's an optical illusion
If you think that we're the weaker race
Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle
And the truth is staring in your face

Love it still!

Friday, April 18, 2014

P is for...

Peace Train...Cat Stevens, 1971

A Serenade of Seventies songs, from the soundtrack of my life, is my theme for the A-Z challenge this year.

    
Now I've been happy lately
Thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be
Something good has begun

Oh, the voice and the stories. There was this kind of world, a wild world if you will, that Cat Stevens created for himself and invited us in. There is something so seventies about this song, but it is also timeless.

Here I am in 1971...


Get your bags together
Go bring your good friends too
'Cause it's getting nearer
It soon will be with you

Thursday, April 17, 2014

O is for...

Operator...Jim Croce, 1972.

A Serenade of Seventies songs, from the soundtrack of my life, is my theme for the A-Z challenge this year.


I so loved this song when I was a kid. In fact, I pretty much did my own concerts with the entire You Don't Mess Around With Jim album. 



The way this song unfolds, with Jim's conflicted thoughts on making the phonecall, intrigued me. Of course I believed the story to be true, as I did with all storyteller songs. I could actually picture Jim and his glorious mustache standing at a payphone conversing with the operator.

Isn't that the way they say it goes?
But let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell 'em
I'm fine and to show 
I've overcome the blow
I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That is just wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels

I usually imagined it raining too, just to add to the dreariness of the situation.

Operator
Oh can you help me place this call?
'Cause I can't read the number
That you just gave me
There's something in my eye
You know it happens every time

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

N is for...

Nobody Does It Better...Carly Simon, 1977.


A Serenade of Seventies songs, from the soundtrack of my life, is my theme for the A-Z challenge this year.

This song rolled a lot of sentiment into its notes, and Carly sang it so well. I had no real thoughts for what "it" was, and just assumed it was a catch-all phrase. As much as I wanted to be told I was the best, by someone other than my parents, I also wanted to find someone who I thought was the best...again, besides my parents.

Nobody does it better
Makes me feel bad for the rest

Really, was it even worth starting a search in my elementary school, or would I just feel badly for all of those boys?



Nobody does it better
Though sometimes I wish someone would...

Although I am not sure I could have done first day of third grade in 1977 any better.
I just want to clear up any confusion you may share with my fourteen-year-old daughter. That is most definitely not a bowl haircut. It is a Dorothy Hamill.