Thunder Island.
And who can forget those “best of” by Kay-Tel records... all the stuff you couldn’t escape on the radio, in one album!
I come from class of ‘75 ... put in DJ’s CONTRACT... Any music played from 1975, Class would have no way of Guaranteeing DJ’s Health.
Luckily between Alcohol and the Pharmaceuticals available at the time... most of the musical(/sarc) names mentioned are either Blurs with a couple of them being minor nightmares.
LOL! That was my year too. There was some good music but most of it didn’t make the top 40. I was listening to The Runaways and AC/DC from a friend who had just came back from serving in Germany.
I graduated in 1979 and threatened a walk out if the administration didn't let us have Freebird as our class song instead of some lame song..either John Denver or Barry Manilow, I forget.
Bob Seger - Mainstreet
Dust in the Wind is one my all-time faves.
That’s why I graduated in ‘76. It was a much better year musically. And it was the Bicentennial. :^)
Sorry about those ‘78 songs, bud. IMHO the music scene definitely started downhill from about ‘75.
Did a google on the top ten songs of my graduation year, ‘72...
Superstition Stevie Wonder
2. Papa Was a Rollin’ Stone The Temptations
3. Smoke on the Water Deep Purple
4. Lean on Me Bill Withers
5. Heart of Gold Neil Young
6. Walk on the Wild Side Lou Reed
7. You Are the Sunshine of My Life Stevie Wonder
8. If You Don’t Know Me by Now Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes
9. I’ll Take You There The Staple Singers
10. Tumbling Dice The Rolling Stones
BPE
I swear she's ston3d outta her gourd the entire show.
I have NEVER been to any of my class reunion events. I graduated in 1970; was Student Body Pres.; Senior Class Pres. and etc. When I graduated I essentially said goodbye and moved-on. I don’t regret it. There were new horizons east of the Sierra Nevada. Oye como va. Santana. Thumping on the stereo while we cruised the main in Pittsburg gettin’ drunk and stupid.
1978 had some good ones:
Miss You, Rolling Stones
Peg, Steely Dan
Life’s Been Good, Joe Walsh
Flashlight, Parliament
Hollywood Nights, Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band
Deacon Blues, Steely Dan
Not many.
Late '70s Ted = loudest concerts ever!
Class of ‘77 here
Boy, did music suck that year
1. Tonight’s The Night, Rod Stewart
2. I Just Want To Be Your Everything, Andy Gibb
3. Best Of My Love, Emotions
4. Love Theme From “A Star Is Born”, Barbra Streisand
5. Angel In Your Arms, Hot
6. I Like Dreamin’, Kenny Nolan
7. Don’t Leave Me This Way, Thelma Houston
8. (Your Love Has Lifted Me) Higher And Higher, Rita Coolidge
9. Undercover Angel, Alan O’Day
10. Torn Between Two Lovers, Mary MacGregor
(My friends & I used to “I like Dreaming, only we replaced the ‘dr’ w/ another letter. Yeah, it was gross LOL)
Class of ‘74 here. I’ve always felt a little cheated. Lousy music and disco were bad enough. We also had ugly fashions and graduated from college during Carter’s stagflation. It was a tough time to find work, buy gas, or pay bills. When we were shopping for our first house in 1980, we counted ourselves lucky to get an FHA mortgage at 12%. I’d love to have my youthful energy back, but apart from that, I’ll leave the 1970’s in my rearview mirror.
Were you a grumpy curmudgeon in 1978 too?
Shut up. 1964 . . big old Bubble hairdos ratted up to the ceiling . . Beatles . . Vietnam and not understanding it but treated to a MSM showing of it night after night . . the civil rights movement and not understanding that all that well either . . Elvis . . the space program and working at NASA for a summer, watching Von Braun drive around in a golf cart inspecting the Saturn V missle pieces laying out in a warehouse being manufactured . . “She Loves You, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah . .”, “Telstar” . . Bonanza on TV . . Kennedy being assassinated while I was in typing class my senior year . . .
Class reunions to this day . . cannot stand it for the most part . . just call me a bad attitude . . a bunch of ageing people huddled in a loud, noisy dark room, dancing to a rock and roll band some falling out in the floor drunk . . watching the Elvis impersonator . . unable to see or hear each other . . same old cliques playing the same old games . calling the same old insulting nicknames that weren’t funny to the people being called the nicknames long after they no longer look like the nicknames suggest . . but for a night, they haven’t been seen as the successes they’ve been in life . . just as the comforting old status affirming stooges the elitists in the group still need to ridicule in order assure themselves that nothing has changed in the status quo. (No, I’m not in the nickname crowd, but I feel for those who are still shamed and belittled by supposed “adults” and supposed “classmates” who have evidently changed but little.) - I called a halt to involvement in those “reunions” five years ago at the 40th; figured I’d been marginally participating at picnics and mostly left off the drinking parties over the years. Nothing against anybody, but high school for me was not the whirl of “belonging” that’s promoted by so many.