So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
David Gilmore/ Roger Waters - Wish you were here
In the seventies, I learned that my musical taste was as diverse as the era. I saw the death of rock and roll, the upswing of heavy rock, the coming of age of heavy metal, and the birth of punk. I walked the same sidewalks that Sid and Johnny dominated; I watched in awe as Ace fired rockets at his flaming guitar; I was mesmerised by Rick's weaving keyboard skills; and I played Wish You Were Here until the groove was flat.
The summer of '75 is entrenched in my memory-banks as the year of the endless summer; and the arrival of Star Wars created a bigger impact on me than all of cinema before it. My first personal computer found its way into my soul and jealousy knew no other when my brother strapped his Sony Walkman on his belt.
The seventies lived hard and fast, a decade of decadance and destruction; innovation and innocence lost; growing up and bold. Nurtured like a bird flung out of a nest.
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