There are only a few things as inherently American as baseball and apple-pie, and that is of course the open road and the muscle car. When I was 17, I had managed to save up and buy my first car and I chose to go with a 1976 Chevrolet Camaro. 918 more words
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My review of Breakfast in America has nothing to do with an intense passion for Supertramp, or a desire to fill an obvious hole in my library. 1,671 more words
David Bowie to the rescue!
In his guise as Glam Rock Lone Ranger (with a much more elaborate mask, I’m sure), David Bowie received intelligence from Mott the Hoople’s bass player that the budding glitter band had decided to call it quits. 1,181 more words
The early 70’s were an interesting period for rock music. The Beatles had dominated the scene like no one before or since, so when they split up to pursue solo careers of lesser value, it seemed to open the ears of the listening public to other artists who had hovered in the background, while at the same time energizing many of those artists to do some of their best work. 1,158 more words