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.
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I refuse to fall victim of the mentality of this place. I refuse to let others take or change my oral and spiritual beliefs. I refuse to become one of the unmoral majority. I refuse to debase myself by debasing the females of this world by lowering them to objectivity. I refuse to let me higher mental functions be forgotten over a mere word or insult. I refuse to deface by body just because it’s what you do or what’s cool. I refuse to change my spiritual beliefs because there not cool or the thing to do. I refuse to accept that nothing can be changed and all I can do about it is complain. I refuse to sit idle and let the injustices done to good men go unchallenged. I refuse to lower by standard or change my beliefs for the price of a couple donuts, and I refuse to accept that we cannot change and that this is my life. I just fuckin’ refuse. I love the mind, it takes me to places I’ve been and places I can’t go to physically anymore. As I sit and look out at the trees on the far side of my yard I can see the train beyond and it takes me back to those times when myself and best friends would kop that train. In our hearts we knew where it would take us, but in our minds it was the world and adventure ahead. When I look at those trees it takes me back, back to my home in the country. Those lay happy days of summer. To be awaken by a gentle breeze blowing through my bedroom window. The sweet sounds of the early morning birds drifting in that breeze.
Watching those leaves swaying in the wind or to change into magnificent colors in the fall just before their death. They take me back to those lazy walks across fields and through wooded paths with my loving dog. As I sit here and look across my yard to the woods beyond I can still recall all those travels and adventures of days gone by. But those days are only dreams of the past. As I sit here in my thoughts my mind begins too clear and my eyes again refuse to focus, my surroundings begin to creep in around me. The metal and brick building again suffocate me. The chain fences and razor wire shred my view. Memories begin to retreat and reality reappears. My head is bowed and heavy my heart, it’s a weight in my chest. I see I am no longer alone but surrounded by a moving multitude of blue. My yard is yard and now belongs to the State and my home is caldron of hate and rage shared with 1800 other strangers. I think I’ll go back home to my bunk for the day. So I shift my tired body and begrudgingly turn my chair around. My four wheels click on the cracked blacktop as I head home. Don’t worry my old friends, I’ll be back tomorrow. Until then stay safe in my memories. We may meet again soon I’m sure. There are still adventures and memories to be had, and new ones to make. They can’t keep me in here forever, I hope! Can they? |
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