Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Tagged Again!

Holly B tagged me, I thank you for the recognition. This is a music meme, and though I am not an audiophile, and my eighteenth year wasn't all that fun. I can agree that the good times weren't all that good. I will do my best to be nostalgic. So here are the guidelines.

1. Go to the Billboard #1 Hits listings ;

2. Pick the year you turned 18

3. Get nostalgic over the songs of the year;

4. Pick 5 songs and write something about how these songs affected you;

5. Pass it on to 5 more friends.

Mama Told me not to come. Three Dog Night.

This was 1970, middle of the beginning of the drugs for happiness movement. I wanted no part of the sickness and destruction. I wasn't really militant about it, I just wound up in some bad places with some idiots, who were looking to escape something. It's hard to be cool at eighteen when you are backing out the door. Everyone was paranoid, and likely to suspect you were a Narc if you weren't joining in.

War . Edwin Starr

I lost too many friends to Charlie, I had my draft number, but I was 352. I could see the situation was pretty fubar because of the politicians. I joined later and was still a Vietnam era Vet. Too many names on the wall, I still can't go there.

Crackling Rosie. Neil Diamond

The man has always been a favorite, and the idea of a good time girl just sets well with me. The music made me and a lot of others just feel good. That didn't happen often enough.

Tears of a Clown. Smoky Robinson

I've been that clown, first love is always the sweetest, and saddest. The hurt is more touching than any other.

Venus . Shocking Blue

This is another feel good song, I can remember a few girls from school who could only be worshipped from afar. Way to hot and expensive for my tax bracket. I can remember a few of them.

Now to tag five more.

1 comment:

HollyB said...

Interesting choices. I was 15 when these songs were on the charts. I think those of us who were teens in the '70's were lucky where music was concerned.
"War" was a song that spoke to so many of us. My Steps all went to The Wall, with my Daddy and Their Mom (my StepMom) to make rubbings of their Dad's name. He died there June 1, 1964. That's my personal connection to it.