A Rebuttal by Karl Meier

​No matter what you heard 1977 was an awesome year and an even better decade. Music took a leap forward with the in your face guitars and over the top screaming. Also it was the first time I ever heard of a band called the Sugar Hill Gang. “Rappers Delight” was popular to blacks and whites. The 60s days of peace and love gave way to a harder ballad.
Some may see it as a shameful time to live, but for a 19 year old head who was willing to go to any lengths to get laid, the emergence of disco and kush was the best thing that had ever happened for open sex. Even the free love of the 60s were no match for the disco era. All you needed was a few moves, a satin suit and a little blow or crystal and you were a disco god. Sure I had to give up my CSNY, Jimmy, and Janis but a little hypocrisy went a long ways back then and if I wanted down and dirty, just put away the silks and satins and head downtown to ‘the Mistake’ for all the slam dancing, ear splitting, sea of mohawks that you could ever want.
Yup, maybe the 70s was all glam rock and celluloid heroes, it died just as fast as it came around. But never was a better, more decadent time had by those who lived and immersed themselves to the fullest in it. I will always try to remember those times with a bit of decadent nostalgia and yes I still did and still do listen to Jethro Tull.