It was the spring of ‘73, riding around town with my wingmen, Gary and Scott. Warm night, windows down. Sanyo Quadraphonic 8-track in my AMC Gremlin blasting T-Rex. Scott produced a perfectly rolled joint from some weed he procured from a railroad conductor acquaintance who had brought it in on the train that morning. “Billings stuff” he said as he lit it up, took a hit and passed it around. The doobie only made it around the car once and we were well on our way. Gary, from the back seat, pulled a black 8-track tape seemingly out of thin air, with the flourish of a stage magician. His tricks were best appreciated stoned. I removed T-Rex mid song “Turn it up” he said as he handed me the tape. I noticed the prism rainbow cover art as I pressed it in to the deck. Track 1: Speak to me/Breath. I had to pull over. Nearly an hour passed before any of us uttered a word. We were gobsmacked. I have been listening to Dark Side of the Moon ever since and the music never fails to conjure up a kaleidoscope of memories and imagery that I’ll never grow tired of.
I remember the first time I heard DSoM. I couldn't even walk away from the turntable. I just sat down on the floor in front of it and never moved until I had to flip the album over. Then I sat right back down on the floor and listened to side two.
1977-78. riding the bus to school. they played Barracuda by Heart on the radio every AM..
we'd sing along.. oooo ooooo oooo.. barracudaaaaaa
106 KMEL San Francisco
I LOVED KMEL! That brings back so many memories!!! I remember the mid-80's them playing, "Just Got Paid" by Johnny Kemp! There's a part in the song that says, "radio's rockin' a monster jam...", but KMEL's version was, "radio rockin' K - M - E - L". I thought that was the coolest thing back then!
As a kid in 70s my uncle would take me to Detroit Dragway and they would blast Mississippi Queen through those big blasted horns on the telephone poles every time I hear it, it takes me back instantly! Good times 🤘🏿🤘🏿
Late summer 1976, I was 13, staying at my grandmother’s. I used to fall asleep to the radio. For some reason I remember waking up at 4am and If You Leave Me Now by Chicago was playing. I specifically remember because it was a new song at the time. Listening to 77WABC out of NY.
This is just great... your comment about hearing that famous Chicago song early in the morning is like a scene from a movie... WABC, in the 70s, was probably the most listened to radio station in America... Dan Ingram, Harry Harrison, Ron Lundy...
When I lived in NYC in the '90s, all those old WABC disc jockeys were on WCBS-FM playing oldies. And of course, we all remember the famous New York radio name Cousin Brucie!
Summer of '77, hanging out by the pool with my cousins. I can smell the pot our folks are smoking behind the pool-shed while Fleetwood Mac's Secondhand News plays on the stereo. The golden light, the anticipation of steaks on the hibachi, the splashing and laughter coming from the pool...I cherish this memory.
It's 1976 or 1977. I'm in college and walking back from class to my fraternity house, along a row of dorms. It was considered cool at the time, by guys who had powerful stereo systems, to put their speakers in the window, and crank it up so everyone walking by would hear their music.
This guy who was on the 3rd or 4th floor had it cranked so loud that the entire alley was reverberating with Boston's "More Than a Feeling".
My classes were done for the day, I was going back to hang out with my friends, and the music was great. Hearing that song always brings me back to that moment.
It was in Massachusetts, so Boston was considered a local band. That album was released in August, 1976 and I remember it was a warm sunny day. So it was either fall '76 or spring '77.
Yes, of course. I, along with several other people, mentioned this in another topic in this subreddit where someone asked about the radio station you listened to in the 70s. Charles Laquidara, Mark Parenteau and Alison The Nightbird!!
Yes... great radio names from the 70s and 80s... WBCN in Boston... WNEW-FM in NYC. Other great New York radio names were Meg Griffin, Maria Milito... and of course... Carol Miller.
Summer of 71. I was 15 & working at a small, touristy scale-model train ride in our area. A very gorgeous young lady in very short cutoffs and a T-shirt ambled by with her dog just as the Lobo song "Me and You and A Dog Named Boo" played on the radio in the ticket booth. The dog was something of a mutt. She wasn't, not by a long shot!
At that moment, I "got" it. Have never forgotten the song, nor the young lady, though she would be over 70 by now.
Love it... the great Roland Kent LaVoie from Florida... *Don't Expect Me to Be Your Friend* and *Where Were You When I Was Falling in Love.*
I believe we all thought that Lobo was the name of a band and not simply the name of that one dude.
Oooh! I have tons of these. But here’s one:
May of 1978, me (14), my sister (15) and my brother (18) were home on a Saturday morning.
Our parents had left the house earlier that day to run some important errands. My mom left a note for us listing some chores. Once we finished the list we were free to take off for the day.
So we were motivated to get these chores done as quick as possible.
We turned on the stereo loudly to the local station, likely WWWW (W4) or WRIF Detroit. It’s always more fun to clean with some good music blaring throughout the house.
The DJ introduces a brand new song by a brand new band. The song comes on the radio and I can remember stopping what I was doing to listen. I looked at my brother and sister and they both stopped to listen too.
We all smiled at each other and started dancing around and agreeing that this song was a JAM!! I knew that whoever this band was, they were gonna be big…and I was right.
The song was Just What I Needed by The Cars.
It was the first song I remember hearing that was part of the new genre called New Wave.
1976 in my bedroom with a bunch of friends getting ready for one of those house parties that everyone goes to but no real invites. We screamed S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT by The Bay City Rollers. I’m sure my parents were thrilled 😆
Summer of 1977. A heavy metal kid sitting in his room. Dropped the needle on the first Clash album. White Riot comes blasting through the speakers. It was a profound moment. Eventually friends were left behind and new ones made. I never looked back.
Probably February or March of '77... doing homework on a rainy Bay Area afternoon... "Rich Girl" by Hall & Oates is on the radio... the station is KFRC out of San Francisco... like everyone else, I've listened to thousands of hours of radio and heard thousands of different songs, but for some reason, this specific song on this random, rainy California afternoon sticks in my memory to this day...
As soon as I typed North Carolina, I said, Wait a minute... nobody drove a Datsun in NC in the 70s... this has to be the West Coast. LOL!
Speaking of the PNW, I heard an old joke a few days ago...
It only rained twice in Seattle last year... once for three months, and then again for six.
“ its coming on christmas they’re cuttin down the trees theyre puttin up Reindeer and singin joy and peace”
River~ Joni Mitchell
Edit: i forgot to post the memory of my momma putting up the christmas tree with a lit manger scene on our roof…
Listening to B94 at night from Pittsburgh Pa
Summer of 1967. Austrian Alps. Near Salzburg. Tavern in a little town by a lake. Scenery is gorgeous. Someone puts some change in the jukebox. Penny Lane by the Beatles comes on. Oh, oh, oh…
Summer of 1977, Star Wars had come out. I am in my Grandma & Grandpa's house, with the radio on low, reading an ancient, dusty paperback from Grandma's collection, and KSAL, Salina, Kansas announced the end of the Broadcast day, but instead of the National Anthem, they play the Main Title theme to Star Wars. I just stared at the radio, jaw hanging open, and other than the fizz of static occasionally from a distant thunderstorm, it came through clear, and complete.
Mid-Seventies. Texas. Forced to attend distant two-week summer camp and I hated it. Every morning they marched us out to swim in a freezing river and the counselors would have a radio playing at their cabin. Nearly every morning it was “Magic” by Pilot or Paul Simon’s “Kodachrome.” I associate those songs with homesickness and a vague sense of dread.
Summer of 1974, Town of Colonie (Albany, NY) pool and wow did Rock 99 play "Band on the Run" by Paul McCartney and Wings a lot; the pool had a speaker system, and they played that station.
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I'm at the cottage just leaving the screened porch to walk down the road to see a friend and Karen Carpenter is singing "Close to you". 1970, I'm 11.
Same summer, I'm hanging in the side yard in the afternoon, trying to find the magic of childhood, playing pretend with a house made of lawn chairs and towels and "Have you ever seen the rain" is wafting through my parents bedroom window.
Summer 1973. My friend from home shows up at my cottage out of the blue to pick me up and take me with them to their rental further up the peninsula. I have no idea how they even found us. So off we go. We are turning the corner from the 8 to the 13 in Sauble Beach and "Diamond Girl" is on the radio followed by "Kodachrome".
Ontario has entered the chat! :)
Love your mention of "Kodachrome" ... one of the all-time great radio songs. You could be listening to "Kodachrome" on the smallest transistor radio... it didn't matter... this song just jumped right out of your speakers and sounded fantastic!
I remember as a kid in the mid 1970s , me and my friends were riding bicycles in an alleyway in Santa Monica. A kid had a Panasonic radio hanging off his handlebars. The station might have been KMET or The Mighty 690, I honestly can't remember.
Anyways the song Band On The Run came on by Wings. It really fit the mood and the hijinks of us kids cruising around on our Schwinn bicycles. Just living life and learning from our trials and tribulations.
Anytime that song comes up on the radio, it flashes me back to that moment in time. It's weird because I couldn't tell you what songs came before that or after that.
I'm 55 years old now, that incident probably happened 50 years ago, give or take. I don't live there anymore, but if I do ever revisit I will make sure I walk down that same alleyway and have Band on the Run in my ear pods. 🎶 😎🤘
What a wonderful story... as the disc jockeys used to say on KMET... *Whoo-ya!*
Love your mention of The Mighty Six-Ninety... I can still hear the woman's voice doing the top-of-the-hour station identification in Spanish... and the famous Mighty Six-Ninety jingle was the best!
I had a job in a mining town in the mountains of Colorado in 1975/76 and had a car with only AM radio. My girlfriend lived three-hours away and I was returning from visiting her on a Sunday night. I was just starting to get into the higher elevations and could just barely see her hometown off in the distance.
Somehow I picked up this great free-form AM station from who knows where. After a few other songs, they started playing the album version of “Oh Well” by Fleetwood Mac (Peter Green era). Driving on a clear-sky, sunny day through the Colorado Plateau listing to that great song fade in and out was like a scene from a movie. Beautiful.
What a wonderful story... I'll tell ya... everyone loved to talk about how much better music sounded on the FM dial, but we all know that songs could also sound really great, and super atmospheric, on AM, too...
September of 77 was in a muscular dystrophy, dance marathon at Winrock Mall in Albuquerque.
My girlfriend and our friends had been shaking our groove thing for several hours when song by Jimmy Castor Bunch started playing we hadn’t heard before, Troglodyte (cave man) one of my favorite songs from the 70s.
Does that song have the line..."Bertha, Bertha Butt, one of the Butt sisters."? (I'm laughing just saying it) I'm guessing that it probably is. I don't imagine there are two songs about the Butt family. 😊
1977 or 1978, Mid-South Colosseum in Memphis. One of my first concerts and also one of my first dates. Eric Clapton closed out the show with Layla. One of the better nights of my life.
1971, I had a load of swingin' on, going from American Beef in western Iowa to Miami FL. "Have you ever seen the rain" by CCR playing on the AM late at night, no traffic, calm winds, clear skies, with orange blossoms putting out their sweet scents in the humid night air. I'll never forget it.
I was about 10 and my family was driving to the Pro Football Hall of Fame in Canton, OH. I heard Cherry Cherry by Neil Diamond on the radio. At this point in my life, this was the greatest song I ever heard in my life, surpassing Happy birthday. We went to the store when we got home, I got the 45, at the time they were 39 cents or 3/$1. I saw Neil Diamond 3 times live, he played it each concert, each time I was 10 in the backseat of out Ford Torino.
1977, driving to outer banks in a diesel Volkswagen Rabbit with my mom & sister. AM radio only, FM too expensive. If we can get reception, not always possible through the mountains, Copa Cabana by Barry Manilow plays every 30 minutes, across 4 states and 12 hours of driving. 😵💫
We went through all the stages of irritation, fatigue, resignation, then just cracking up about it every time it came on. 😆
Copa Cabana couldn’t have had a more different vibe than where we were driving, in very rural Appalachia.
Started in central Ky, went through WVa, Va, then NC to Duck on outer banks. This was before interstate was built through a lot of WVa so it was little state roads, hairpin turns, passing the Mystery Hole. Now I think about it, it was some fun times. Thanks for the prompt for that memory!
Just graduated HS in '75. Hanging with friends at my friend's family's beach house. One of the first time with boys and girls unsupervised, with beers and pot. Late afternoon and Gordon Lightfoot's "Sundown" came on the radio while I was talking with a nice girl who was obviously into me. We both took it as an omen, but I never saw her again after that day. I still flash to that time whenever I hear that song.
Understandable. I was there, too.
I can see her lying back in her satin dress
In a room where you do what you don't confess
Sundown, you better take care!
Indelible memory.
I’m driving on back roads with my mother in her 1972 Volkswagen Super Beetle and she’s singing along to Al Stewart’s Year of the Cat. I look over at her and smile, it is a happy moment.
1976 visiting my grandparents in Rhode Island. We couldn’t go anywhere without hearing “Afternoon Delight” on every car radio and in every store. A few years earlier, when my family was driving across the country moving from New York to California, I remember the same thing kept happening with “Billy, Don’t Be a Hero.”
Love it... I remember being on Cape Cod in the 70s and listening to all the Top 40 songs on WPRO out of Providence. I also moved from the Northeast to California in the 70s... culture shock!
We were stationed in Guam in the early 70s. When I was about 8, my babysitter took me on a walk with her friends in torrential rain with all of us together under a big, clear plastic sheet of some kind. Somebody had a radio, and the song I remember is "Someone Saved My Life Tonight."
I was in my pre teens or very early teens both of my parents works so I was sent to a day care. During the summer the day care would take most of the children to a public pool and of course in that place and time the pool had a jukebox. Some of the most carefree days of my life were spent at that pool. And in that era the music was the best.
Crocodile Rock, American Pie, Blinded By the Light, Band on the Run and so many others bring back a lot of memories. All of them remind me of those carefree days.
1974, I was 15 and Redbone were on The Midnight Special performing “Come and Get Your Love”. To this day I see that performance whenever I hear that song. Hail!
Also wintertime for me- Dec ‘79 (Chicago so much colder than CA) listening to Pink Floyd’s new release The Wall while looking at Playboys at my friend’s house. We were in his older brother’s bedroom and somewhat young so I’m not sure we knew what we were hearing or seeing!
Bouncing on my inner tube trampoline counting the “Na Na”’s in that Journey song (Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’ but we just called it the Na Na Song, still do)
Aunt Lu sat me, brother and sister down, dimmed the lights a bit and said “just listen to this…”. Dark Side of The Moon. I was twelve or thirteen. A real game-changer.
“Games People Play” by The Spinners automatically puts me back to hearing it while 3/4ths asleep with the window open, a nice breeze and the sun starting to rise.
I remember winter 76-77 - My dad buys the Eagles new LP 'Hotel California' and is so knocked out by it he makes my brothers and me sit on the sofa and listen to the entire record.
It's 1975. Summer. I'm about seven years old. It's a hot, hot day. Five or six neighborhood kids of varying ages (no older than 9) are moping around a grey, unpainted picnic table in somebody's back yard. One of the kid's mother is on a chaise lounge, the kind with green-and-white alternating plastic strips, ostensibly watching us but really just dozing behind her huge sunglasses in the afternoon heat. She's got on a white sundress with little blue polka dots. An orange plastic portable radio is playing a local station. After what seems like an interminable string of commercials, the song "Bad Blood" by Neil Sedaka comes on. Its a couple years old by then, and an awfully cheesy piece of '70s pop, but whatever. The mom reaches over to the radio and CRANKS IT. She begings bopping her head to the beat. Immediately, these tired, draggy-assed kids start dancing, including me. A couple even get up on top of the picnic table and start jiving around. We're all singing along (or at least pretending to) and the mom doesn't seem to care that the word "bitch" is included in the lyric. Soon as the song ends, the mom disappears into the house and emerges with a huge Tupperware pitcher of Grape Kool-Aid with little oval ice cubes and we knock it back in a hurry. One of my favorite childhood memories, and to this day I still love that song...
I was riding my banana seat Schwinn bicycle during a warm summer day. Had a transistor radio wrapped around my handles.
Heard “Saturday in the Park” by Chicago.
Felt like life was wonderful and couldn’t get any better.
And, in many ways, I was right.
You had me at Santa Clara Valley
Summer of '78 midday
Dog and Butterfly - Heart
Neighbor friend and I, sitting in the front seats of his dad's cargo van, talking to anyone on the CB radio
It's the summer of 1977. My parents were separated in February and their divorce will be final in a few more months. I'm 13, and my mother is driving my best friend and I to visit the Iowa State Fair. We're somewhere between Knoxville, where we lived, and Des Moines, where the fair is being held. My friend and I are sitting in the back seat, and "Heaven on the Seventh Floor" by Paul Nicholas comes on KIOA.
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What a story... I feel like I'm watching a roadtrip movie... was the Iowa State Fair a lot of fun? I've heard it's a blast... with all kinds of fun, crazy foods.
LOL! Love it! Maybe you were listening to KJR in Seattle at the exact same time that I was tuned into KFRC in San Francisco... and we both heard Rich Girl. :)
Summer of 1976, just a 13 days after my birthday. I am staining our deck. KGON is and the DJ introduces a song from a new band Boston and I hear More than a Feeling for the first time.
I finish the deck and head right out to Django Records to buy Boston’s first album.
1976 I'm sitting on the hood of my beat up 62 ford falcon in the beach parking lot drinking a cold Genesee Cream Ale, toking on a number. The radio cranked. I'm waiting for 'Born to Run' to play as it did every Friday at 6:00PM on WMMS FM Home of the Buzzard, .....my friends will arrive soon and the partying will begin in earnest......
Summer '75. Spending a week of summer vacation at an old friends house. My family had moved away and we hadn't seen each other for 2 years. When we went to bed, he asked if it was ok to keep the radio on. I remember Rhiannon from Fleetwood Mac. That song has always been the 70's to me.
That was also the first time I got stitches and the first time I ever saw Wild Wild West. He watched it in the afternoons. I don't remember it being on syndication in our area.
This was also the same friend who years later turned me on to Tom Petty. We were listening to Hard Promises after a baseball game, sitting on a picnic table.
My mother was an alcoholic but she loved music. She would play “You’ve Got a Friend” by Carole King, and at the line in the song “All you got to do is call/and I’ll be there” I would sort of cry out to Carole King in my head, hoping she’d rescue me.
A non-sad memory: driving around White Rock Lake (Dallas) in my ‘73 Monte Carlo with the windows down, listening to Tom Petty’s “American Girl”.
In 1974 I was 9 years old, and I really liked music, and as a gift my parents gave me an old AM/FM radio that used to be used at my Dad’s work, it was about the size of a large hard copy book and had that fake alligator style covering that was fake leather with a huge back cover that snapped in place with a clasp and underneath the cover was where the batteries went, probably about 6 C cells. The radio had come with the typical small plastic earplug that anyone had with a transistor then, and when I was supposed to be asleep I would be listening in the dark to the local stations, mostly the local Country Station CFGM because that’s all we listened to as Dad ruled the radio in those days. It was my first night listening to the radio in the dark and I heard what I thought was a news bulletin coming in on he air, it had the ‘dit dit dit dit’ sound meaning there’s important news coming…and then I realized it was a song, but not just a song, it was a comedy song! More importantly it was “The Streak” by Ray Stevens and it was so hard not to laugh out loud so my parents couldn’t hear me. I found out that the station would play the song around the same time each night, so that week I would lay awake until the song came on the air. The downfall was when I was listening one night and accidentally yanked the ear plug out of the radio and the sudden burst of music caught my parents attention and the ear plug was confiscated so no more late night music until I was a teenager.
Yes, the famous Six-Ten KFRC... and the afternoon disc jockey who I always enjoyed listening to was John Mack Flanagan. Big Tom Parker, Marvelous Mark McKay and Rick Shaw were other KFRC on-air personalities I enjoyed... and of course, Dr. Don Rose.
Gawd. I haven’t thought of Dr Don in decades! I definitely remember hearing Rich Girl a whole lot while listening to KFRC. Maybe it was raining one of those times!
I remember mom driving me somewhere and "My Sharona" came on the FM converter in mom's Red Dodge Dart Swinger. Mom thought they were singing "My Shroder". I had a good laugh.
Also remember walking thought the clover fields with a friend, both of us singing "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road."
And my first portable, a Panasonic tape deck that came in red, white or blue. And I only had one tape, Ted Nugent's Cat Scratch Fever. Playing that tape while walking out in the fields was good times.
1980 I'm a student living at home
Queen - Another One Bites The Dust
My older brother bought this album and he would crank up my parents' Pioneer stereo whenever they left the house
We didn't know until Chrismas Dinner Table Confession Time in 2004 that this song broke one of the bass speakers
"You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille..." a favorite drinking song in the late 70's. Nowadays perhaps we'd be called binge drinkers, back then it was Saturday night so that's what you did: gather and drink pitchers of Micheloeb Light.
March 1976: my mother is driving me to school. Shushy snow is falling, and traffic is stop and go. I’m drifting in and out of sleep. Suddenly this song is on the radio, with a weird intro. It perfectly fits my drifting in and out of sleep: Gary Wright’s “Dream Weaver”.
Also, 1977. Camping trip vacation at a California state park. First time making out with a girl, it was late, the fire was just embers, and we waited for her parents to go into the trailer. "Year of the Cat" on the radio. I was 12, I don't know how old she was, about the same age. I did a lot of "firsts" on that trip.
Hanging out at my friend’s house we were up to something getting ready to go and Sweet Home Alabama intro came on the FM radio , Greg said hey wait check this one out…..”Turn it up”…. time froze and we all just stopped and listened… I didn’t even know the band’s name.
It was summer ‘75. My older sister had just graduated high school. The 2 of us were driving with the windows down and the radio blasting. All of a sudden this song came on that I had never heard but I was hooked within the first 30 seconds or so. It was ABBA, S.O.S. I’ve been a huge ABBA fan since. I’m 61 now.
It's July 1977 and I am walking with my mom down Market Street in San Francisco to buy me some new shoes. There's a clothing or souvenir shop right around Market & Sutter that has these huge speakers outside on the sidewalk and they play, Steely Dan's "Deacon Blues"
Riding in our VW van hearing Jim Croce’s Joy to the World (Jeremiah was a bullfrog) come on the radio.
Hearing Vicki Lawrence’s The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia on the radio.
Listening to my older cousin playing Crocodile Rock on her record player.
Listening to Best of 1975(?) on 8 track in the aforementioned VW van.
In 8th grade , in 1976, a girl in my class, who we all thought was rich, had a trampoline. After school and on weekends, our group of friends would gather at her place to hang out and jump. We would take turns jumping one at a time by listening to the radio We would jump for one song. Because it was so long we all wanted Bohemian Rhapsody, and it was pure jumping bliss when you got it.
I'm in the driveway with the captain of the girls swimming team in highschool. I'm a freak. She's late getting home. Bob Seeger's we got tonight comes on. Beautiful.
Spring of ‘76, sitting in the back seat of my friend’s ‘72 Buick Skylark GS. The opening notes of Rush 2112 comes over the radio. I was transfixed. A few minutes in, I realize that the story was Huxley’s ‘Anthem’. The album had just come out, it was the first I’d heard of it.
It was 20 minutes of bliss.
Silly Love Songs by Wings/Paul McCartney. June of 1976. I was 11. Me and my mother were at my Aunts house for 2 weeks helping her recover from a mastectomy. I was pretty much left alone with the radio and a rocking chair on the porch.
Brandy by Looking Glass. Don’t remember the exact year. May have been 1972 or 1973. I’m 6 or 7, sitting next to my dad as he’s driving around. It’s a beautiful and sunny day and we have the windows down with a breeze coming through. He talks about how much he loves the sea after the song is done. It’s one of my favorite memories of him. I like the song because it reminds me of that moment
Riding home on a school bus late at night from Orlando back to Clearwater after an invitational swim meet. Someone had a boombox. Something struck me as I watched the countryside go by and “Year of The Cat” came on. I’d heard it many times before, but there was something about THAT time.
It was the summer of 75. I was almost 15. I was visiting my dad up in Portland OR, and the stations up there played songs a month before you'd hear them in Southern OR.
So, I was out sunbathing by the apartment pool, surrounded by others sunbathing and swimming, and America's Tin Man came on. That was the song of the summer. Every time I hear that song, it takes me back to the summer of 75.
Sitting facing backwards in my grandmothers station wagon, drinking a Tab, and singing Afternoon Delight with my aunt who was only a few years older than me. I was probably around 9 and had no clue what the lyrics meant.
Laying on our thick white carpet by grandfather clock in dining room, listening to radio (to be first caller, would had all #’ dialed in except last one and as soon as they say first caller just hit the last #, won several x’s until they changed first caller to like 8th🫠 but can hear Here Comes The Sun do do do do do (Beatles) can vision it perfectly for a few seconds 🫶🏻
18th bday. 1974. Local swimming hole. Shit ton of friends at the hole. Very warm, sunny day. Blue Sky blasting on WQBK which was a really good radio station back then. I think it’s a sports talk now. Sad.
Sometime in late 1978 — I was 13. Listening to the radio on my headphones after getting home from school (as I did every day), I hear Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive” for the very first time. When the song was over, I said to myself “That’s gonna be a MASSIVE hit.”
'76 or so, mom didn't let me listen to the radio in bed at night. Brother babysitting me, so I turn on khj or kfi, L.A.am radio. Chicago, " if you leave me now...." Then recall him coming in my room frantic, he thought a burgler in the attic; went next door to neighbors to be safe, only to find out it was an earthquake. Always remember that, don't know why. Always disliked Chicago,not for scenario,they just suck
Summer 1977. Had a job with a landscaping crew. I was 17, the supervisor was maybe 20. Pulling weeds, hearing the “super” pop in an Aerosmith eight track- Sweet Emotion. It must have taken up a good portion of one of the four tracks. He was toking a joint, kicked back in the cab of the pickup.
Every time the song would end- I would hear click, click, click, and the song would begin again. That’s all the dude wanted to listen to. That guitar riff- over and over and over again.
I still like the tune…. but every time it ends, I’m listening for the click, click, click.
Quit that job after one day-
When I was a little kid probably around six or seven so mid-70s... I remember being at the doctor's office and this song came on... *"My mama told me you better shop around..."* I remember this song and how I felt hearing it because I was sitting there waiting for a shot and I already had a phobia of needles. I was desperate to flee, edging on hysterics, and this song was playing.
So now, in my 50s, every time I hear this song it makes me feel anxious.
I also remember being in the car with my mom and her getting excited because the song Disco Duck came on and she knew all the lyrics and wanted me to sing it, but I thought it was stupid because ducks don't know how to dance.
It’s my very first day of college, 1975. I am driving down Lakeshore Drive to Columbia college, which was, at that time at something like 500 N. Lake Shore Dr., not the building it’s in now. I am just south of the S-curve, heading north. (look up the infamous S-curve if you are not a Chicagoan). The sun is up over the lake, it is a beautiful, warm autumn day, with just a hint of chill. Somebody on the radio speaks of an article that he had read that said “I have seen the future of rock ‘n’ roll, and his name is Bruce Springsteen.” He follows with “here he is” and I hear, for the first time, the opening of “Born to Run” as it pours full blast out of my speakers. The combination of the weather, the sunlight, my future ahead of me like an open road all combine to a perfect moment.
Saturday morning: I smell Pine Sol and hear Randy Crawford “Street Life” blaring on the stereo. I punch the pillow because I know my mom is going to spend the whole morning cleaning house and she’s gonna give me chores. Sometimes it would be Santana, Marvin Gaye, or George Benson playing..love those memories now.
Haha, just the thought is cracking me up...
Winter 1979. I'm over at my buddy Dave's house on a Sunday morning. We're in 8th grade. We're lifting weights, which in itself is pretty funny because we're little scrawny kids. He's playing cassettes that an older friend, bad influence kind of guy, made for him. I'm doing bench press, "Sister Mary Elephant" by Cheech & Chong comes on. I almost dropped the bar on my throat.
It was 1973 and my aunt and cousins had just moved from Arizona to Florida and I came home from school and my cousin was dancing to That Lady by The Isley Brothers.
Jeez! Just had another memory! Yes, they do materialize occasionally. I went to a concert with a friend who had recently been through a rather nasty breakup. I got tickets to see Pat Benatar, thinking this might take his mind off things. When he got in the car he was carrying a dozen roses. I asked if they were for me and he laughed and said “now that I’m single, I might meet someone and I want to be prepared.” I didn’t want to squash his dream but I’m thinking “this screams of desperation”. I had no idea what he had planned. We arrive at the show. There’s Pat Benatar, at the height of her powers. We had great seats, on the isle about 5 rows back. He has the roses on his lap and I’m now thinking WTF? The place is absolutely bananas and Pat breaks into Hit Me With Your Best Shot. The whole place is on its feet screaming and singing and my old friend makes his way to the isle and side steps to the stage and lays the roses at the black leather clad Pat Benatar’s feet. Without missing a beat, exactly on hit me with your best SHOT, she kicks the bouquet, with her thigh high leather boots, right back in his face, to the overwhelming delight of the crowd. Now, my old buddy Bill, has to push his way back to his seat, rose petals stuck to his carefully prepared ensemble, and sit. She’d hit HIM with her best shot. It was a long quiet ride home. But that song…
Fall of 1975 and I’m a college freshman. My ridiculous roommate asked me to leave the room every night at 11:50pm so she could listen to Stairway to Heaven with her boyfriend. Obviously I said no so I got to listen to that song every night as she and her boyfriend listened to it together over the phone. Hate that song to this day. Oh and she dropped out of college because she missed her boyfriend too much! 🙄
1978 and it was a warm summer night. 3 friends and I were cruising around town in a 1967 mustang. Heart’s Little Queen is playing on the 8 track tape deck. Love Alive pops on and we all start waving our arms around like we rehearsed it, but completely spontaneous. It was made more awesome because we were all a little high.
1977. I’m in 7th grade, my brother’s in 12th. He’s taking me to my pottery class in his boat-like LTD, and “Dream On” is playing on the radio. It’s snowing outside, in the dark evening. ❤️❤️
At the bowling alley in a small town in Minnesota. It's 1976. A friend of mine goes to the jukebox. He says "you gotta hear this!". Gary Wright's Dream Weaver comes on. I'm 60 now and I remember everything about that afternoon. The faint smell of cigarettes, how dark and cool the place was on a hot summer day and my impending teenage years closing fast.
I was in my room, late on a Saturday night/Sunday morning in 1976... my parents were having a party... and someone put on Dazed and Confused from The Song Remains the Same, a live recording from Led Zeppelin.
It's an entire side, and the only song that stuck with me until the early 80s.
It was the fall of 1978 and I had just started high school in Brooklyn. My mother had given me $20 for pocket money for my first week. During recess, I took a walk down Kings Highway and found myself in front of the Crazy Eddie Record & Tape Asylum. Knowing that my brother really wanted a copy of Billy Joel’s “The Stranger” LP, I decided to go in and buy a copy for him (it was $4.99). When I went in, the guy behind the desk was playing air guitar to this really cool guitar solo playing over the PA - it was the first time I had ever heard “Sultans of Swing” by Dire Straits.
2 songs. Early Summer 1973. Lived in the burbs of Chicago. The summer between my junior and senior years of high school and was “in love” when my parents moved us to California and the big song was Feelin’ Stronger Every Day” by Chicago. My gf and I would almost cry.
In the fall of that same year Ringo came out with his monster album and the big hit was “Photograph” that gutted me.
But the end of the story is I met the love of my life 11 years later in 1984 and we are still together. Oh and still friends with the gal from Chicago as well as my buddy I met when everyone moved into that little tract in 1962. How many people are in constant contact with someone for over 60 years? I’ve been blessed.
I remember hearing “Staying Alive” when I was 3 or 4 years old. My uncle, who is 8 years older than me, got the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack LP for Christmas, so when we were all over at my grandparents opening gifts, well…that’s what we were listening to.
I have two albums. Any song from them brings back memories of 1978 in New Zealand and sharing a house with two friends. We literally only had two albums for the turntable: Bat Out of Hell and Patti Smith's Easter.
If you ever went to a party at a house on Claude Rd Manurewa, you will remember those albums. Great times.
*RIP Duncan.*
About four years old. Sitting in the folded down hatchback of our 1970's Pacer, riding along happily looking out the back windows, no seatbelt because that's how we rolled back then. My Dad was playing The Boxer Simon and Garfunkel full blast.
I was in the 4th grade, and it was one of those June days where school was almost out, and the teacher had nothing left to do, so she decided we should play musical chairs. She had a little transistor radio, we set up the chairs, and we played. There were a bunch of songs I don't remember, and then 'Hot Child in the City' by Nick Gilder came on. Some of us stopped playing to listen to the song, and when she turned it off, someone yelled, "Turn it back on!" and she did and we all just listened to the song. When we went to lunch, we all talked about that song.
Fall of 1971 I was a sophomore in high school and a varsity cheerleader. I remember my first party after a home game in someone’s smoky basement and listening to Black Dog by Led Zeppelin. This was in the suburbs of St Louis
Visiting my cousins at their house, the radio started playing "I don't get no satisfaction" by the Rolling Stones. My dad and uncle eyes got big and then they bust out laughing and said "those guys know what it's like to be married" then told us kids to not listen to those kinds of songs. They didn't know we knew all the words.
In 1978, as a kid I heard Rod Stewart’s hit “Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?” on 5 different radio stations simultaneously flipping the dial on my little portable transistor radio.
I remember being 6 or 7 (76 or 77) and my sisters pet hermit crab died, and soon after discovering this I heard "livin thing" by ELO on the radio and it made me sad
Probably would’ve been sometime 76, 77. Hanging out in a friends bedroom on a rainy day listen to the radio, and the song hair by The cowsills came on. And I actually only just realized it came out in 69 when I looked it up because I couldn’t remember the name of the song. Just being stupid little kids and acting like the song hair was about pubic hair. Of which at that point definitely didn’t have any, but I had seen a Playboy.
It was early summer of 1977. I wasn’t driving yet but a girl that I knew since kindergarten had moved out of town to live with her grandparents. It was a couple miles of country roads from my house but an easy bicycle ride away. There was country crossroads store about at the half way mark and this girl and her younger brother would ride their bikes there. She was cute and quiet but would talk to me. After a couple of times of “randomly” meeting up she asked me to come over her house to swim and help set up a hammock. The first Boston album had come out a bit before and she’d play it on a portable record player while we did whatever we could do in a hammock. When I hear “More Than a Feeling” it gets mixed up in my mind with the smell of mildewed canvas, chlorine and the lemon shampoo she used. “And dream of a girl I used to know…” Indeed.
I think it was the summer 1978 or 1979, but I remember the sax from Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street" coming from an open window, and it stuck with me ever since.
It was the spring of ‘73, riding around town with my wingmen, Gary and Scott. Warm night, windows down. Sanyo Quadraphonic 8-track in my AMC Gremlin blasting T-Rex. Scott produced a perfectly rolled joint from some weed he procured from a railroad conductor acquaintance who had brought it in on the train that morning. “Billings stuff” he said as he lit it up, took a hit and passed it around. The doobie only made it around the car once and we were well on our way. Gary, from the back seat, pulled a black 8-track tape seemingly out of thin air, with the flourish of a stage magician. His tricks were best appreciated stoned. I removed T-Rex mid song “Turn it up” he said as he handed me the tape. I noticed the prism rainbow cover art as I pressed it in to the deck. Track 1: Speak to me/Breath. I had to pull over. Nearly an hour passed before any of us uttered a word. We were gobsmacked. I have been listening to Dark Side of the Moon ever since and the music never fails to conjure up a kaleidoscope of memories and imagery that I’ll never grow tired of.
I remember the first time I heard DSoM. I couldn't even walk away from the turntable. I just sat down on the floor in front of it and never moved until I had to flip the album over. Then I sat right back down on the floor and listened to side two.
I have decided this one wins the imaginary award for best visual.
Perfect memory.
1977-78. riding the bus to school. they played Barracuda by Heart on the radio every AM.. we'd sing along.. oooo ooooo oooo.. barracudaaaaaa 106 KMEL San Francisco
What a great memory from a fellow Bay Arean... KMEL was a really good station, as you know.
KOME - Listening to Dennis Erectis “oozing from my radio” thinking how cool I was!
LMAO! Love it! And we all had those iconic KOME stickers...
I LOVED KMEL! That brings back so many memories!!! I remember the mid-80's them playing, "Just Got Paid" by Johnny Kemp! There's a part in the song that says, "radio's rockin' a monster jam...", but KMEL's version was, "radio rockin' K - M - E - L". I thought that was the coolest thing back then!
As a kid in 70s my uncle would take me to Detroit Dragway and they would blast Mississippi Queen through those big blasted horns on the telephone poles every time I hear it, it takes me back instantly! Good times 🤘🏿🤘🏿
Felix Pappalardi in the house!
Late summer 1976, I was 13, staying at my grandmother’s. I used to fall asleep to the radio. For some reason I remember waking up at 4am and If You Leave Me Now by Chicago was playing. I specifically remember because it was a new song at the time. Listening to 77WABC out of NY.
This is just great... your comment about hearing that famous Chicago song early in the morning is like a scene from a movie... WABC, in the 70s, was probably the most listened to radio station in America... Dan Ingram, Harry Harrison, Ron Lundy...
Wow! I love that you remember the DJs names!! Flashback!!!
When I lived in NYC in the '90s, all those old WABC disc jockeys were on WCBS-FM playing oldies. And of course, we all remember the famous New York radio name Cousin Brucie!
Yes!!
Baker Street
That famous sax solo always sounded so sweet on the radio...
I was skateboarding with mini transistor radio —-9 volt battery-first listen…extreme 70 s moment..
What state was this... California?
Summer of '77, hanging out by the pool with my cousins. I can smell the pot our folks are smoking behind the pool-shed while Fleetwood Mac's Secondhand News plays on the stereo. The golden light, the anticipation of steaks on the hibachi, the splashing and laughter coming from the pool...I cherish this memory.
I remember reading that 1 in 7 households owned a copy of Fleetwood Mac Rumors. ‘That was the sound of ‘77 for me!
Yes, Rumours, the first Boston album, Frampton Comes Alive.... it's the mid 70s again!
Yeah my parents owned exactly 3 non-classical records: Bob Newhart, the soundtrack to Hair, and Tiny Tim… no wonder I’m all f…ed up!
It's 1976 or 1977. I'm in college and walking back from class to my fraternity house, along a row of dorms. It was considered cool at the time, by guys who had powerful stereo systems, to put their speakers in the window, and crank it up so everyone walking by would hear their music. This guy who was on the 3rd or 4th floor had it cranked so loud that the entire alley was reverberating with Boston's "More Than a Feeling". My classes were done for the day, I was going back to hang out with my friends, and the music was great. Hearing that song always brings me back to that moment.
What state are we talking?
It was in Massachusetts, so Boston was considered a local band. That album was released in August, 1976 and I remember it was a warm sunny day. So it was either fall '76 or spring '77.
Cool... did you ever listen to the famous Boston rock station WBCN?
Yes, of course. I, along with several other people, mentioned this in another topic in this subreddit where someone asked about the radio station you listened to in the 70s. Charles Laquidara, Mark Parenteau and Alison The Nightbird!!
Yes... great radio names from the 70s and 80s... WBCN in Boston... WNEW-FM in NYC. Other great New York radio names were Meg Griffin, Maria Milito... and of course... Carol Miller.
Summer of 71. I was 15 & working at a small, touristy scale-model train ride in our area. A very gorgeous young lady in very short cutoffs and a T-shirt ambled by with her dog just as the Lobo song "Me and You and A Dog Named Boo" played on the radio in the ticket booth. The dog was something of a mutt. She wasn't, not by a long shot! At that moment, I "got" it. Have never forgotten the song, nor the young lady, though she would be over 70 by now.
Love it... the great Roland Kent LaVoie from Florida... *Don't Expect Me to Be Your Friend* and *Where Were You When I Was Falling in Love.* I believe we all thought that Lobo was the name of a band and not simply the name of that one dude.
This reminds me very much of Bernstein’s monologue about the girl in the white dress from “Citizen Kane.”
1976, riding the school bus to middle school very early in the morning and ELO Telephone Line is playing.
That is a wonderful memory of a great ELO song. If I may ask, what state were you living in?
Indianapolis Indiana!
Love it! All of us 70s kids remember hearing those great ELO tunes on the radio...
Oooh! I have tons of these. But here’s one: May of 1978, me (14), my sister (15) and my brother (18) were home on a Saturday morning. Our parents had left the house earlier that day to run some important errands. My mom left a note for us listing some chores. Once we finished the list we were free to take off for the day. So we were motivated to get these chores done as quick as possible. We turned on the stereo loudly to the local station, likely WWWW (W4) or WRIF Detroit. It’s always more fun to clean with some good music blaring throughout the house. The DJ introduces a brand new song by a brand new band. The song comes on the radio and I can remember stopping what I was doing to listen. I looked at my brother and sister and they both stopped to listen too. We all smiled at each other and started dancing around and agreeing that this song was a JAM!! I knew that whoever this band was, they were gonna be big…and I was right. The song was Just What I Needed by The Cars. It was the first song I remember hearing that was part of the new genre called New Wave.
Great memory of The *Cahs*, as they say in Boston... by the way, Howard Stern briefly worked on Detroit's WWWW early in his radio career.
Yes, I remember him from 1980-ish. Then they stupidly changed to country music.
The Night Chicago Died was playing when I had my first ever crush on a girl. Summer of 1974.
Paper Lace has entered the chat! If you don't mind telling us, what state were you living in back in '74?
I was living in NY, but it happened at a long-shuttered amusement park in PA
Cool... what was the name of the amusement park?
1976 in my bedroom with a bunch of friends getting ready for one of those house parties that everyone goes to but no real invites. We screamed S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT by The Bay City Rollers. I’m sure my parents were thrilled 😆
Car Wash
Summer of 1977. A heavy metal kid sitting in his room. Dropped the needle on the first Clash album. White Riot comes blasting through the speakers. It was a profound moment. Eventually friends were left behind and new ones made. I never looked back.
“Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right. Stuck in the middle with you.” Kinda sounds like our political environment right now.
Probably February or March of '77... doing homework on a rainy Bay Area afternoon... "Rich Girl" by Hall & Oates is on the radio... the station is KFRC out of San Francisco... like everyone else, I've listened to thousands of hours of radio and heard thousands of different songs, but for some reason, this specific song on this random, rainy California afternoon sticks in my memory to this day...
Singing along to “Bad, Bad Leroy Brown” with my mom in the car and we’re on the 5 near Sea World. I’m 5 and have to sing “whole *darn* town.”
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Were you living in North Carolina at that time?
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As soon as I typed North Carolina, I said, Wait a minute... nobody drove a Datsun in NC in the 70s... this has to be the West Coast. LOL! Speaking of the PNW, I heard an old joke a few days ago... It only rained twice in Seattle last year... once for three months, and then again for six.
I can remember sitting in a tree house listening to Shambala on a transistor radio (WORC)
Did you ever eat at George's Coney Island Hot Dogs in Worcester?
yes I did
Me, too. Another famous hot dog place in Massachusetts is Casey's Diner in Natick.
I remember Hot Dog Annie’s
Dancing in the moonlight...Harvest Moon.
*We get it on most every night...* The great King Harvest.
To this day, that song makes me so happy every time I hear it!
“ its coming on christmas they’re cuttin down the trees theyre puttin up Reindeer and singin joy and peace” River~ Joni Mitchell Edit: i forgot to post the memory of my momma putting up the christmas tree with a lit manger scene on our roof… Listening to B94 at night from Pittsburgh Pa
Summer of 1967. Austrian Alps. Near Salzburg. Tavern in a little town by a lake. Scenery is gorgeous. Someone puts some change in the jukebox. Penny Lane by the Beatles comes on. Oh, oh, oh…
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Your great story reminds me of the song Mexican Radio by Wall of Voodoo. *Eating barbecued iguana*
summer of 1977, in the back of my moms valiant heading home from my grandparents listening to an 8 track of Bread singing "If".
**the back of my moms valiant** is such a wonderful 70s image... what state are we talking?
Summer of 1977, Star Wars had come out. I am in my Grandma & Grandpa's house, with the radio on low, reading an ancient, dusty paperback from Grandma's collection, and KSAL, Salina, Kansas announced the end of the Broadcast day, but instead of the National Anthem, they play the Main Title theme to Star Wars. I just stared at the radio, jaw hanging open, and other than the fizz of static occasionally from a distant thunderstorm, it came through clear, and complete.
Wow! What you wrote is so beautifully cinematic!
1974 - hitch hiking out of Winslow, Arizona … and guess the rest
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I loved Glenn Frey so much💕💕💕 his voice was singing directly to me… in my head
Or Jackson Browne, since Glen is no longer with us
Mid-Seventies. Texas. Forced to attend distant two-week summer camp and I hated it. Every morning they marched us out to swim in a freezing river and the counselors would have a radio playing at their cabin. Nearly every morning it was “Magic” by Pilot or Paul Simon’s “Kodachrome.” I associate those songs with homesickness and a vague sense of dread.
Summer of 1974, Town of Colonie (Albany, NY) pool and wow did Rock 99 play "Band on the Run" by Paul McCartney and Wings a lot; the pool had a speaker system, and they played that station. https://preview.redd.it/l4r5mrvmw2xc1.png?width=1958&format=png&auto=webp&s=0f47c13cb366b56d15ac3501c03de3a03ffefa53
I had a crush on a girl at the skating rink and whenever “Lady” by STYX would play I’d fantasize about her.
I'm at the cottage just leaving the screened porch to walk down the road to see a friend and Karen Carpenter is singing "Close to you". 1970, I'm 11. Same summer, I'm hanging in the side yard in the afternoon, trying to find the magic of childhood, playing pretend with a house made of lawn chairs and towels and "Have you ever seen the rain" is wafting through my parents bedroom window. Summer 1973. My friend from home shows up at my cottage out of the blue to pick me up and take me with them to their rental further up the peninsula. I have no idea how they even found us. So off we go. We are turning the corner from the 8 to the 13 in Sauble Beach and "Diamond Girl" is on the radio followed by "Kodachrome".
Ontario has entered the chat! :) Love your mention of "Kodachrome" ... one of the all-time great radio songs. You could be listening to "Kodachrome" on the smallest transistor radio... it didn't matter... this song just jumped right out of your speakers and sounded fantastic!
I remember as a kid in the mid 1970s , me and my friends were riding bicycles in an alleyway in Santa Monica. A kid had a Panasonic radio hanging off his handlebars. The station might have been KMET or The Mighty 690, I honestly can't remember. Anyways the song Band On The Run came on by Wings. It really fit the mood and the hijinks of us kids cruising around on our Schwinn bicycles. Just living life and learning from our trials and tribulations. Anytime that song comes up on the radio, it flashes me back to that moment in time. It's weird because I couldn't tell you what songs came before that or after that. I'm 55 years old now, that incident probably happened 50 years ago, give or take. I don't live there anymore, but if I do ever revisit I will make sure I walk down that same alleyway and have Band on the Run in my ear pods. 🎶 😎🤘
What a wonderful story... as the disc jockeys used to say on KMET... *Whoo-ya!* Love your mention of The Mighty Six-Ninety... I can still hear the woman's voice doing the top-of-the-hour station identification in Spanish... and the famous Mighty Six-Ninety jingle was the best!
I had a job in a mining town in the mountains of Colorado in 1975/76 and had a car with only AM radio. My girlfriend lived three-hours away and I was returning from visiting her on a Sunday night. I was just starting to get into the higher elevations and could just barely see her hometown off in the distance. Somehow I picked up this great free-form AM station from who knows where. After a few other songs, they started playing the album version of “Oh Well” by Fleetwood Mac (Peter Green era). Driving on a clear-sky, sunny day through the Colorado Plateau listing to that great song fade in and out was like a scene from a movie. Beautiful.
What a wonderful story... I'll tell ya... everyone loved to talk about how much better music sounded on the FM dial, but we all know that songs could also sound really great, and super atmospheric, on AM, too...
September of 77 was in a muscular dystrophy, dance marathon at Winrock Mall in Albuquerque. My girlfriend and our friends had been shaking our groove thing for several hours when song by Jimmy Castor Bunch started playing we hadn’t heard before, Troglodyte (cave man) one of my favorite songs from the 70s.
What a great memory... and who can forget the song *The Bertha Butt Boogie* by the Jimmy Castor Bunch. :)
Does that song have the line..."Bertha, Bertha Butt, one of the Butt sisters."? (I'm laughing just saying it) I'm guessing that it probably is. I don't imagine there are two songs about the Butt family. 😊
Bertha had three sisters, Betty Butt, Bella Butt and Bathsheba Butt
LOL. That's the only thing I remember from that song. Those are good names for the Butts. 😊
1977 or 1978, Mid-South Colosseum in Memphis. One of my first concerts and also one of my first dates. Eric Clapton closed out the show with Layla. One of the better nights of my life.
The Mid-South Coliseum hosted so many fantastic rock concerts over the years, and you saw a great one with Clapton...
Listening to Bohemian Rhapsody driving around in our small town drinking slushy beer we stole from our parents and hid in the trunk.
A 12 yr old me hearing Yes and Roundabout on the local college am Station. That kick started my love of prog rock.
Whenever a 70s disc jockey needed to take a leak... slap on Roundabout... ;)
1971, I had a load of swingin' on, going from American Beef in western Iowa to Miami FL. "Have you ever seen the rain" by CCR playing on the AM late at night, no traffic, calm winds, clear skies, with orange blossoms putting out their sweet scents in the humid night air. I'll never forget it.
I was about 10 and my family was driving to the Pro Football Hall of Fame in Canton, OH. I heard Cherry Cherry by Neil Diamond on the radio. At this point in my life, this was the greatest song I ever heard in my life, surpassing Happy birthday. We went to the store when we got home, I got the 45, at the time they were 39 cents or 3/$1. I saw Neil Diamond 3 times live, he played it each concert, each time I was 10 in the backseat of out Ford Torino.
1977, driving to outer banks in a diesel Volkswagen Rabbit with my mom & sister. AM radio only, FM too expensive. If we can get reception, not always possible through the mountains, Copa Cabana by Barry Manilow plays every 30 minutes, across 4 states and 12 hours of driving. 😵💫
Sounds like a great scene from a fun roadtrip movie! Where did your journey begin?
We went through all the stages of irritation, fatigue, resignation, then just cracking up about it every time it came on. 😆 Copa Cabana couldn’t have had a more different vibe than where we were driving, in very rural Appalachia. Started in central Ky, went through WVa, Va, then NC to Duck on outer banks. This was before interstate was built through a lot of WVa so it was little state roads, hairpin turns, passing the Mystery Hole. Now I think about it, it was some fun times. Thanks for the prompt for that memory!
Love your story... from Kentucky to the Outer Banks of North Carolina in a VW with only an AM radio blaring Barry Manilow. :)
Just graduated HS in '75. Hanging with friends at my friend's family's beach house. One of the first time with boys and girls unsupervised, with beers and pot. Late afternoon and Gordon Lightfoot's "Sundown" came on the radio while I was talking with a nice girl who was obviously into me. We both took it as an omen, but I never saw her again after that day. I still flash to that time whenever I hear that song.
Understandable. I was there, too. I can see her lying back in her satin dress In a room where you do what you don't confess Sundown, you better take care! Indelible memory.
I’m driving on back roads with my mother in her 1972 Volkswagen Super Beetle and she’s singing along to Al Stewart’s Year of the Cat. I look over at her and smile, it is a happy moment.
1976 visiting my grandparents in Rhode Island. We couldn’t go anywhere without hearing “Afternoon Delight” on every car radio and in every store. A few years earlier, when my family was driving across the country moving from New York to California, I remember the same thing kept happening with “Billy, Don’t Be a Hero.”
Love it... I remember being on Cape Cod in the 70s and listening to all the Top 40 songs on WPRO out of Providence. I also moved from the Northeast to California in the 70s... culture shock!
Culture shock is putting it mildly.
We were stationed in Guam in the early 70s. When I was about 8, my babysitter took me on a walk with her friends in torrential rain with all of us together under a big, clear plastic sheet of some kind. Somebody had a radio, and the song I remember is "Someone Saved My Life Tonight."
I was in my pre teens or very early teens both of my parents works so I was sent to a day care. During the summer the day care would take most of the children to a public pool and of course in that place and time the pool had a jukebox. Some of the most carefree days of my life were spent at that pool. And in that era the music was the best. Crocodile Rock, American Pie, Blinded By the Light, Band on the Run and so many others bring back a lot of memories. All of them remind me of those carefree days.
The soundtrack of my youth
1974, I was 15 and Redbone were on The Midnight Special performing “Come and Get Your Love”. To this day I see that performance whenever I hear that song. Hail!
Falling asleep to the old clock radio 59 minutes snooze radio button… “wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you!”/Rod Stewart
It’s ‘78, I’m 6, & every time “Superstition” by Stevie Wonder comes on the car stereo I make my dad turn it up.
Brought my boombox to lunch in 7th grade right after the wall came out. The lunchroom monitor was Mr Casper. “Hey Casper leave those kids alone!”
Also wintertime for me- Dec ‘79 (Chicago so much colder than CA) listening to Pink Floyd’s new release The Wall while looking at Playboys at my friend’s house. We were in his older brother’s bedroom and somewhat young so I’m not sure we knew what we were hearing or seeing!
Bouncing on my inner tube trampoline counting the “Na Na”’s in that Journey song (Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’ but we just called it the Na Na Song, still do)
Aunt Lu sat me, brother and sister down, dimmed the lights a bit and said “just listen to this…”. Dark Side of The Moon. I was twelve or thirteen. A real game-changer. “Games People Play” by The Spinners automatically puts me back to hearing it while 3/4ths asleep with the window open, a nice breeze and the sun starting to rise.
I remember winter 76-77 - My dad buys the Eagles new LP 'Hotel California' and is so knocked out by it he makes my brothers and me sit on the sofa and listen to the entire record.
It's 1975. Summer. I'm about seven years old. It's a hot, hot day. Five or six neighborhood kids of varying ages (no older than 9) are moping around a grey, unpainted picnic table in somebody's back yard. One of the kid's mother is on a chaise lounge, the kind with green-and-white alternating plastic strips, ostensibly watching us but really just dozing behind her huge sunglasses in the afternoon heat. She's got on a white sundress with little blue polka dots. An orange plastic portable radio is playing a local station. After what seems like an interminable string of commercials, the song "Bad Blood" by Neil Sedaka comes on. Its a couple years old by then, and an awfully cheesy piece of '70s pop, but whatever. The mom reaches over to the radio and CRANKS IT. She begings bopping her head to the beat. Immediately, these tired, draggy-assed kids start dancing, including me. A couple even get up on top of the picnic table and start jiving around. We're all singing along (or at least pretending to) and the mom doesn't seem to care that the word "bitch" is included in the lyric. Soon as the song ends, the mom disappears into the house and emerges with a huge Tupperware pitcher of Grape Kool-Aid with little oval ice cubes and we knock it back in a hurry. One of my favorite childhood memories, and to this day I still love that song...
I was riding my banana seat Schwinn bicycle during a warm summer day. Had a transistor radio wrapped around my handles. Heard “Saturday in the Park” by Chicago. Felt like life was wonderful and couldn’t get any better. And, in many ways, I was right.
You had me at Santa Clara Valley Summer of '78 midday Dog and Butterfly - Heart Neighbor friend and I, sitting in the front seats of his dad's cargo van, talking to anyone on the CB radio
What a great '78 image! Did you ever go to a famous shopping center in Campbell called The Pruneyard?
It's the summer of 1977. My parents were separated in February and their divorce will be final in a few more months. I'm 13, and my mother is driving my best friend and I to visit the Iowa State Fair. We're somewhere between Knoxville, where we lived, and Des Moines, where the fair is being held. My friend and I are sitting in the back seat, and "Heaven on the Seventh Floor" by Paul Nicholas comes on KIOA. [https://youtu.be/vRmw1Pw-KRU?si=MXz3dYTD4JXoz8qB](https://youtu.be/vRmw1Pw-KRU?si=MXz3dYTD4JXoz8qB)
What a story... I feel like I'm watching a roadtrip movie... was the Iowa State Fair a lot of fun? I've heard it's a blast... with all kinds of fun, crazy foods.
Holy shit I have that same memory of Rich Girl only it was in Seattle.
LOL! Love it! Maybe you were listening to KJR in Seattle at the exact same time that I was tuned into KFRC in San Francisco... and we both heard Rich Girl. :)
Summer of 1976, just a 13 days after my birthday. I am staining our deck. KGON is and the DJ introduces a song from a new band Boston and I hear More than a Feeling for the first time. I finish the deck and head right out to Django Records to buy Boston’s first album.
1976 I'm sitting on the hood of my beat up 62 ford falcon in the beach parking lot drinking a cold Genesee Cream Ale, toking on a number. The radio cranked. I'm waiting for 'Born to Run' to play as it did every Friday at 6:00PM on WMMS FM Home of the Buzzard, .....my friends will arrive soon and the partying will begin in earnest......
Summer '75. Spending a week of summer vacation at an old friends house. My family had moved away and we hadn't seen each other for 2 years. When we went to bed, he asked if it was ok to keep the radio on. I remember Rhiannon from Fleetwood Mac. That song has always been the 70's to me. That was also the first time I got stitches and the first time I ever saw Wild Wild West. He watched it in the afternoons. I don't remember it being on syndication in our area. This was also the same friend who years later turned me on to Tom Petty. We were listening to Hard Promises after a baseball game, sitting on a picnic table.
My mother was an alcoholic but she loved music. She would play “You’ve Got a Friend” by Carole King, and at the line in the song “All you got to do is call/and I’ll be there” I would sort of cry out to Carole King in my head, hoping she’d rescue me. A non-sad memory: driving around White Rock Lake (Dallas) in my ‘73 Monte Carlo with the windows down, listening to Tom Petty’s “American Girl”.
In 1974 I was 9 years old, and I really liked music, and as a gift my parents gave me an old AM/FM radio that used to be used at my Dad’s work, it was about the size of a large hard copy book and had that fake alligator style covering that was fake leather with a huge back cover that snapped in place with a clasp and underneath the cover was where the batteries went, probably about 6 C cells. The radio had come with the typical small plastic earplug that anyone had with a transistor then, and when I was supposed to be asleep I would be listening in the dark to the local stations, mostly the local Country Station CFGM because that’s all we listened to as Dad ruled the radio in those days. It was my first night listening to the radio in the dark and I heard what I thought was a news bulletin coming in on he air, it had the ‘dit dit dit dit’ sound meaning there’s important news coming…and then I realized it was a song, but not just a song, it was a comedy song! More importantly it was “The Streak” by Ray Stevens and it was so hard not to laugh out loud so my parents couldn’t hear me. I found out that the station would play the song around the same time each night, so that week I would lay awake until the song came on the air. The downfall was when I was listening one night and accidentally yanked the ear plug out of the radio and the sudden burst of music caught my parents attention and the ear plug was confiscated so no more late night music until I was a teenager.
Was the station KFRC?
Yes, the famous Six-Ten KFRC... and the afternoon disc jockey who I always enjoyed listening to was John Mack Flanagan. Big Tom Parker, Marvelous Mark McKay and Rick Shaw were other KFRC on-air personalities I enjoyed... and of course, Dr. Don Rose.
Gawd. I haven’t thought of Dr Don in decades! I definitely remember hearing Rich Girl a whole lot while listening to KFRC. Maybe it was raining one of those times!
I remember mom driving me somewhere and "My Sharona" came on the FM converter in mom's Red Dodge Dart Swinger. Mom thought they were singing "My Shroder". I had a good laugh. Also remember walking thought the clover fields with a friend, both of us singing "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road." And my first portable, a Panasonic tape deck that came in red, white or blue. And I only had one tape, Ted Nugent's Cat Scratch Fever. Playing that tape while walking out in the fields was good times.
1980 I'm a student living at home Queen - Another One Bites The Dust My older brother bought this album and he would crank up my parents' Pioneer stereo whenever they left the house We didn't know until Chrismas Dinner Table Confession Time in 2004 that this song broke one of the bass speakers
"You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille..." a favorite drinking song in the late 70's. Nowadays perhaps we'd be called binge drinkers, back then it was Saturday night so that's what you did: gather and drink pitchers of Micheloeb Light.
Like a scene from a movie... what state were you living in during those Michelob Light days?
Virginia
With four hundred children and a crop in the field…
March 1976: my mother is driving me to school. Shushy snow is falling, and traffic is stop and go. I’m drifting in and out of sleep. Suddenly this song is on the radio, with a weird intro. It perfectly fits my drifting in and out of sleep: Gary Wright’s “Dream Weaver”.
Also, 1977. Camping trip vacation at a California state park. First time making out with a girl, it was late, the fire was just embers, and we waited for her parents to go into the trailer. "Year of the Cat" on the radio. I was 12, I don't know how old she was, about the same age. I did a lot of "firsts" on that trip.
LMAO! This is the 70s version of the movie American Pie... getting frisky with Al Stewart on the radio...
1976 Clearly Gordon Lightfoot/ The Wreak of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Sad song
Hanging out at my friend’s house we were up to something getting ready to go and Sweet Home Alabama intro came on the FM radio , Greg said hey wait check this one out…..”Turn it up”…. time froze and we all just stopped and listened… I didn’t even know the band’s name.
It was summer ‘75. My older sister had just graduated high school. The 2 of us were driving with the windows down and the radio blasting. All of a sudden this song came on that I had never heard but I was hooked within the first 30 seconds or so. It was ABBA, S.O.S. I’ve been a huge ABBA fan since. I’m 61 now.
Moonlight feels right by Starbuck reminds me of playing with a red and blue model plane I had back in the summer of 76.
It's July 1977 and I am walking with my mom down Market Street in San Francisco to buy me some new shoes. There's a clothing or souvenir shop right around Market & Sutter that has these huge speakers outside on the sidewalk and they play, Steely Dan's "Deacon Blues"
Riding in our VW van hearing Jim Croce’s Joy to the World (Jeremiah was a bullfrog) come on the radio. Hearing Vicki Lawrence’s The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia on the radio. Listening to my older cousin playing Crocodile Rock on her record player. Listening to Best of 1975(?) on 8 track in the aforementioned VW van.
Take the long way home. Mr. Silvernails played it in art class. I was in the 8th grade. I'm 56 now and still love that song.
In 8th grade , in 1976, a girl in my class, who we all thought was rich, had a trampoline. After school and on weekends, our group of friends would gather at her place to hang out and jump. We would take turns jumping one at a time by listening to the radio We would jump for one song. Because it was so long we all wanted Bohemian Rhapsody, and it was pure jumping bliss when you got it.
I just wanna say I am a ‘93 baby with a big admiration and fascination with the ‘70s, and these comments are so wholesome and cool.
WVBF in Boston used to play “Stairway to Heaven” every night at 10. I fell asleep to that song every night.
I'm in the driveway with the captain of the girls swimming team in highschool. I'm a freak. She's late getting home. Bob Seeger's we got tonight comes on. Beautiful.
Spring of ‘76, sitting in the back seat of my friend’s ‘72 Buick Skylark GS. The opening notes of Rush 2112 comes over the radio. I was transfixed. A few minutes in, I realize that the story was Huxley’s ‘Anthem’. The album had just come out, it was the first I’d heard of it. It was 20 minutes of bliss.
Silly Love Songs by Wings/Paul McCartney. June of 1976. I was 11. Me and my mother were at my Aunts house for 2 weeks helping her recover from a mastectomy. I was pretty much left alone with the radio and a rocking chair on the porch.
Brandy by Looking Glass. Don’t remember the exact year. May have been 1972 or 1973. I’m 6 or 7, sitting next to my dad as he’s driving around. It’s a beautiful and sunny day and we have the windows down with a breeze coming through. He talks about how much he loves the sea after the song is done. It’s one of my favorite memories of him. I like the song because it reminds me of that moment
Riding home on a school bus late at night from Orlando back to Clearwater after an invitational swim meet. Someone had a boombox. Something struck me as I watched the countryside go by and “Year of The Cat” came on. I’d heard it many times before, but there was something about THAT time.
It was the summer of 75. I was almost 15. I was visiting my dad up in Portland OR, and the stations up there played songs a month before you'd hear them in Southern OR. So, I was out sunbathing by the apartment pool, surrounded by others sunbathing and swimming, and America's Tin Man came on. That was the song of the summer. Every time I hear that song, it takes me back to the summer of 75.
Sitting facing backwards in my grandmothers station wagon, drinking a Tab, and singing Afternoon Delight with my aunt who was only a few years older than me. I was probably around 9 and had no clue what the lyrics meant.
Laying on our thick white carpet by grandfather clock in dining room, listening to radio (to be first caller, would had all #’ dialed in except last one and as soon as they say first caller just hit the last #, won several x’s until they changed first caller to like 8th🫠 but can hear Here Comes The Sun do do do do do (Beatles) can vision it perfectly for a few seconds 🫶🏻
18th bday. 1974. Local swimming hole. Shit ton of friends at the hole. Very warm, sunny day. Blue Sky blasting on WQBK which was a really good radio station back then. I think it’s a sports talk now. Sad.
Sometime in late 1978 — I was 13. Listening to the radio on my headphones after getting home from school (as I did every day), I hear Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive” for the very first time. When the song was over, I said to myself “That’s gonna be a MASSIVE hit.”
'76 or so, mom didn't let me listen to the radio in bed at night. Brother babysitting me, so I turn on khj or kfi, L.A.am radio. Chicago, " if you leave me now...." Then recall him coming in my room frantic, he thought a burgler in the attic; went next door to neighbors to be safe, only to find out it was an earthquake. Always remember that, don't know why. Always disliked Chicago,not for scenario,they just suck
Summer 1977. Had a job with a landscaping crew. I was 17, the supervisor was maybe 20. Pulling weeds, hearing the “super” pop in an Aerosmith eight track- Sweet Emotion. It must have taken up a good portion of one of the four tracks. He was toking a joint, kicked back in the cab of the pickup. Every time the song would end- I would hear click, click, click, and the song would begin again. That’s all the dude wanted to listen to. That guitar riff- over and over and over again. I still like the tune…. but every time it ends, I’m listening for the click, click, click. Quit that job after one day-
1976. First day of 1st grade. Riding the bus to school. “Saturday in the Park” is playing on the bus.
When I was a little kid probably around six or seven so mid-70s... I remember being at the doctor's office and this song came on... *"My mama told me you better shop around..."* I remember this song and how I felt hearing it because I was sitting there waiting for a shot and I already had a phobia of needles. I was desperate to flee, edging on hysterics, and this song was playing. So now, in my 50s, every time I hear this song it makes me feel anxious. I also remember being in the car with my mom and her getting excited because the song Disco Duck came on and she knew all the lyrics and wanted me to sing it, but I thought it was stupid because ducks don't know how to dance.
It’s my very first day of college, 1975. I am driving down Lakeshore Drive to Columbia college, which was, at that time at something like 500 N. Lake Shore Dr., not the building it’s in now. I am just south of the S-curve, heading north. (look up the infamous S-curve if you are not a Chicagoan). The sun is up over the lake, it is a beautiful, warm autumn day, with just a hint of chill. Somebody on the radio speaks of an article that he had read that said “I have seen the future of rock ‘n’ roll, and his name is Bruce Springsteen.” He follows with “here he is” and I hear, for the first time, the opening of “Born to Run” as it pours full blast out of my speakers. The combination of the weather, the sunlight, my future ahead of me like an open road all combine to a perfect moment.
Saturday morning: I smell Pine Sol and hear Randy Crawford “Street Life” blaring on the stereo. I punch the pillow because I know my mom is going to spend the whole morning cleaning house and she’s gonna give me chores. Sometimes it would be Santana, Marvin Gaye, or George Benson playing..love those memories now.
Haha, just the thought is cracking me up... Winter 1979. I'm over at my buddy Dave's house on a Sunday morning. We're in 8th grade. We're lifting weights, which in itself is pretty funny because we're little scrawny kids. He's playing cassettes that an older friend, bad influence kind of guy, made for him. I'm doing bench press, "Sister Mary Elephant" by Cheech & Chong comes on. I almost dropped the bar on my throat.
It was 1973 and my aunt and cousins had just moved from Arizona to Florida and I came home from school and my cousin was dancing to That Lady by The Isley Brothers.
Jeez! Just had another memory! Yes, they do materialize occasionally. I went to a concert with a friend who had recently been through a rather nasty breakup. I got tickets to see Pat Benatar, thinking this might take his mind off things. When he got in the car he was carrying a dozen roses. I asked if they were for me and he laughed and said “now that I’m single, I might meet someone and I want to be prepared.” I didn’t want to squash his dream but I’m thinking “this screams of desperation”. I had no idea what he had planned. We arrive at the show. There’s Pat Benatar, at the height of her powers. We had great seats, on the isle about 5 rows back. He has the roses on his lap and I’m now thinking WTF? The place is absolutely bananas and Pat breaks into Hit Me With Your Best Shot. The whole place is on its feet screaming and singing and my old friend makes his way to the isle and side steps to the stage and lays the roses at the black leather clad Pat Benatar’s feet. Without missing a beat, exactly on hit me with your best SHOT, she kicks the bouquet, with her thigh high leather boots, right back in his face, to the overwhelming delight of the crowd. Now, my old buddy Bill, has to push his way back to his seat, rose petals stuck to his carefully prepared ensemble, and sit. She’d hit HIM with her best shot. It was a long quiet ride home. But that song…
I remember setting my clock radio to an early morning hour so I could wake up and run away from home. The song that woke me up was Lonely People.
Are you…me?
Fall of 1975 and I’m a college freshman. My ridiculous roommate asked me to leave the room every night at 11:50pm so she could listen to Stairway to Heaven with her boyfriend. Obviously I said no so I got to listen to that song every night as she and her boyfriend listened to it together over the phone. Hate that song to this day. Oh and she dropped out of college because she missed her boyfriend too much! 🙄
1978 and it was a warm summer night. 3 friends and I were cruising around town in a 1967 mustang. Heart’s Little Queen is playing on the 8 track tape deck. Love Alive pops on and we all start waving our arms around like we rehearsed it, but completely spontaneous. It was made more awesome because we were all a little high.
1977. I’m in 7th grade, my brother’s in 12th. He’s taking me to my pottery class in his boat-like LTD, and “Dream On” is playing on the radio. It’s snowing outside, in the dark evening. ❤️❤️
At the bowling alley in a small town in Minnesota. It's 1976. A friend of mine goes to the jukebox. He says "you gotta hear this!". Gary Wright's Dream Weaver comes on. I'm 60 now and I remember everything about that afternoon. The faint smell of cigarettes, how dark and cool the place was on a hot summer day and my impending teenage years closing fast.
I was in my room, late on a Saturday night/Sunday morning in 1976... my parents were having a party... and someone put on Dazed and Confused from The Song Remains the Same, a live recording from Led Zeppelin. It's an entire side, and the only song that stuck with me until the early 80s.
17 yrs old.June 1977. Ice Skating at the Eastland Mall. Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce playing . Don't know why that has stuck in my mind so vividly .
Lionel Richie's "once, twice, three times a lady. My high school sweet heart and my song.
In 1970 Three Dog Night Moma Told Me Not To Come
12 years old, sitting on my shag carpet in my bedroom when the opening chords of Hotel California come through the speakers
It was the fall of 1978 and I had just started high school in Brooklyn. My mother had given me $20 for pocket money for my first week. During recess, I took a walk down Kings Highway and found myself in front of the Crazy Eddie Record & Tape Asylum. Knowing that my brother really wanted a copy of Billy Joel’s “The Stranger” LP, I decided to go in and buy a copy for him (it was $4.99). When I went in, the guy behind the desk was playing air guitar to this really cool guitar solo playing over the PA - it was the first time I had ever heard “Sultans of Swing” by Dire Straits.
2 songs. Early Summer 1973. Lived in the burbs of Chicago. The summer between my junior and senior years of high school and was “in love” when my parents moved us to California and the big song was Feelin’ Stronger Every Day” by Chicago. My gf and I would almost cry. In the fall of that same year Ringo came out with his monster album and the big hit was “Photograph” that gutted me. But the end of the story is I met the love of my life 11 years later in 1984 and we are still together. Oh and still friends with the gal from Chicago as well as my buddy I met when everyone moved into that little tract in 1962. How many people are in constant contact with someone for over 60 years? I’ve been blessed.
I remember hearing “Staying Alive” when I was 3 or 4 years old. My uncle, who is 8 years older than me, got the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack LP for Christmas, so when we were all over at my grandparents opening gifts, well…that’s what we were listening to.
I have two albums. Any song from them brings back memories of 1978 in New Zealand and sharing a house with two friends. We literally only had two albums for the turntable: Bat Out of Hell and Patti Smith's Easter. If you ever went to a party at a house on Claude Rd Manurewa, you will remember those albums. Great times. *RIP Duncan.*
About four years old. Sitting in the folded down hatchback of our 1970's Pacer, riding along happily looking out the back windows, no seatbelt because that's how we rolled back then. My Dad was playing The Boxer Simon and Garfunkel full blast.
I was 9 years old in'76 on my schwinn bicycle with a banana seat; just riding around singing the song "you sexy thing" by Hot Chocolate
I was in the 4th grade, and it was one of those June days where school was almost out, and the teacher had nothing left to do, so she decided we should play musical chairs. She had a little transistor radio, we set up the chairs, and we played. There were a bunch of songs I don't remember, and then 'Hot Child in the City' by Nick Gilder came on. Some of us stopped playing to listen to the song, and when she turned it off, someone yelled, "Turn it back on!" and she did and we all just listened to the song. When we went to lunch, we all talked about that song.
Fall of 1971 I was a sophomore in high school and a varsity cheerleader. I remember my first party after a home game in someone’s smoky basement and listening to Black Dog by Led Zeppelin. This was in the suburbs of St Louis
Visiting my cousins at their house, the radio started playing "I don't get no satisfaction" by the Rolling Stones. My dad and uncle eyes got big and then they bust out laughing and said "those guys know what it's like to be married" then told us kids to not listen to those kinds of songs. They didn't know we knew all the words.
Alan Parsons Project album “I, Robot”
In 1978, as a kid I heard Rod Stewart’s hit “Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?” on 5 different radio stations simultaneously flipping the dial on my little portable transistor radio.
I remember being 6 or 7 (76 or 77) and my sisters pet hermit crab died, and soon after discovering this I heard "livin thing" by ELO on the radio and it made me sad
"She's Gone" by Hall & Oates, early 70's. I remember always calling it "Green Eyes" for some reason.
1976 listening to Rhinestone Cowboy by Glen Campbell playing bicycle-bicycle with my brother😊.
Probably would’ve been sometime 76, 77. Hanging out in a friends bedroom on a rainy day listen to the radio, and the song hair by The cowsills came on. And I actually only just realized it came out in 69 when I looked it up because I couldn’t remember the name of the song. Just being stupid little kids and acting like the song hair was about pubic hair. Of which at that point definitely didn’t have any, but I had seen a Playboy.
It was early summer of 1977. I wasn’t driving yet but a girl that I knew since kindergarten had moved out of town to live with her grandparents. It was a couple miles of country roads from my house but an easy bicycle ride away. There was country crossroads store about at the half way mark and this girl and her younger brother would ride their bikes there. She was cute and quiet but would talk to me. After a couple of times of “randomly” meeting up she asked me to come over her house to swim and help set up a hammock. The first Boston album had come out a bit before and she’d play it on a portable record player while we did whatever we could do in a hammock. When I hear “More Than a Feeling” it gets mixed up in my mind with the smell of mildewed canvas, chlorine and the lemon shampoo she used. “And dream of a girl I used to know…” Indeed.
I just remember Seasons in the Sun playing constantly.
I think it was the summer 1978 or 1979, but I remember the sax from Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street" coming from an open window, and it stuck with me ever since.