Damn – that’s a tough one!
Conversation turned to this at a party held in the confines of the Doctor’s palatial residence recently – and the jury was still out 2 hours after the topic was raised.
Jimmy Hendrix vs Elton John, The Beatles v the Bee Gees, the Moon Landing vs Star Wars – the lists were endless – or seemingly at least.
The 70’s was afterall a time when Grease was the Word that We Heard, and The Jackson 5 taught us that learning the ABC was as easy as 1-2-3 and flares were either something you wore . . . a distress signal . . . or both.
It was a time when The Fonz was cool, the girls from ABBA were hot and protest marches were on the boil.
We had mood rings and sea monkeys, platforms and pet rocks, safari suits and slinkies Rubiks Cube and Rod Stewart.
We had Rocky, the Brady Bunch and CHiPs and a Million Dollar Man.
We saw Travolta dazzle and Nixon frazzle and we paid homage to a raft of new Hollywood Queens – yet publicity mourned the loss of the one and only King.
So welcome to the 70’s – where Stayin’ Alive was a credo – not a survival technique.
Of course the 60 saw indiginous Australians win the vote – and Americans lose a president.
. . . when a band of 4 cheeky Monkees were telling us they were Believers
. . . and 4 foreign Beatles were wanting to Hold our Hand
Where Woodstock and the Flintstones both rocked
. . . and hippies were simply chose to get stoned.
It was time when knee-high boots and Mini Skirts were in – and Vietnam resulted in our troops being shipped out, where The Sound of Music and My Fair Lady waxed lyrical and the Beach Boys waxed surfboards.
It was an era of hope and the Age of Aquarius . . .
So which was cooler?
I’m still getting splinters from sitting on the fence.
