I miss the 70's.

[letusbuyyourcar]

You can't have my Nikko. I wish I knew how to fix old cassette decks. I've got a B.I.C. 2 speed deck (T-2) I'd like to get fixed (belts drag causing wow & flutter) and a not so old dual deck Sony (that I assume must needs belts replaced).

Well I have to admit that I was happy to see CDs make cassettes obsolete. Because if you think about it cassettes really sucked. I mean compared to vinyl before it and CDs after it cassettes were the weakest format. Yeah they were better than 8 tracks but not by much. Vinyl wasn't/isn't portable but at least it sounds good and you had cover art and liner notes that you could actually see and read. Cassettes got magnetized,chewed up in bad players and would run batt-trees down real quick in your boom box or Walkman from playing and rewinding. And on a side note now that CDs are an endangered species they're selling really cheap at FYE and Walmart. So get them while you can. I just do NOT want to do iTunes and digital music. I don't dig paying for intangibles.

 

[coach482]

I have always said I grew up with the best cars and the best rock and roll.

 

[SOLGardener]

a couple of my memories-
Making molotovs out of last years glass Christmas tree balls, gas and TP. GI Joe didn't stand a chance. Neither did the ant aliens and beetles. WD40 can and a lighter was hell on earth.

Walking home from school at 9-10 years old. It was only about 1.5 miles, but would sometimes take 30-40 minutes due to side trips. There was an old lady that had a giant german shepherd. There were a coupld Dobermans and a Boxer down the road past the GSD. The old lady would see a few of us walking home from school and would let the GSD out, and he's escort us past the other dogs that were aggressive. They never messed with the GSD. After we got to the next road, he'd head back home on his own, and we'd see him again the next day. Awesome thing to see happen as a kid.

There were 1,000 acres of untouched land across from my house. Almost every good memory happened in those woods. They bordered Lake Lanier. My best friend taught me how to swim in the lake, I killed my first deer in those woods. I found trees with carvings in them from 1919. All 1,000 acres is now a 55+ subdivision.

 

[Comanche]

Yeah a Les Paul weighs almost as much as an old Beetle. I had one or two guitars and one bass and never did learn to play. I have a documentary DVD about Lemmy from Motorhead. He's close to 70 now and still going. Anyway, he said in the movie that when the Beetles broke through and he saw how crazy girls got about them he said" That's the gig for me!" So he got a guitar and sat in front of the school with it and it worked on the chicks like a magnet. Then he said "But eventually they expect you to play something." More than once he told people that he played in bands for the chicks. The music and money was just a perk.

Funny stuff there.

I never quit playing guitar and have played in some bands but still too bashful to play in public.
I can't read a note of music, don't even have the patience for tab and I play strictly by ear but can sit in with any band and go at it .
Just don't ask me to play in front of a crowd... Still bashful haha..... But small crowds are just fine.... Maybe a childhood thing that branded me for life .

I used to jam with a good friend in high school all the time.
He was one of those naturals that make you sick.
He picked up a guitar and six months later was copying Malmsteen riffs like an accomplished shredder .
He was incredible but now he is on Facebook and plays live shows but thinks he's John Mayer these days.
All breathy songs with four chord acoustic strumming.

I need to get him back to his roots as he's becoming a grandpa on the geetar.

 

[biker_bill]

In the seventies I was a teenager growing up just outside of Manhattan in Jersey.

Sometimes when we were really bored we would just hang out on the corner and wait until we saw a cop car.
Then run! Didn't do a damn thing wrong, but they would get out and chase us every time.
They never got a one of us. It was our block, our homes, we knew what fences we could flip and which you had to jump, who had dogs in the yard and who did not. Man that was a blast, lol.

 

[GeauxLSU]

In the seventies I was a teenager growing up just outside of Manhattan in Jersey.

Sometimes when we were really bored we would just hang out on the corner and wait until we saw a cop car.
Then run! Didn't do a damn thing wrong, but they would get out and chase us every time.
They never got a one of us. It was our block, our homes, we knew what fences we could flip and which you had to jump, who had dogs in the yard and who did not. Man that was a blast, lol.

Hey... you gotta' make your fun where you can I guess.

 

[biker_bill]

I made it into Forsyth county in 1977 on a visit with another Marine. It was the sticks like I had never seen before. One traffic light and they were damn proud of it. We had to go the the bootlegger for whiskey, because it was a dry county. I had never heard of such things, lol. The bootlegger had a drive thru window. First one I had ever seen. All these fast food places owe him a fortune. It was grand though, I found a love of this place that brought me back as soon as I got out.

It's a shame things have changed so much. Traffic like Jersey now. The dove field has a school on it. Half a dozen places I could deer hunt are all sub-divisions now. But it's still home to me!

 

[SOLGardener]

I moved northward in the state to get away from the sprawl in Gainesville. When it hits White county, I'll move out west. If it hits there, I'll go to Alaska, and if it hits there, I'll move to NYC and say f it.

On the bootlegger- I remember my dad stopping by a house in Lumpkin County that was a bootlegger. They were bold enough to put up a big orange circle in the window to let folks know they had booze while the people were driving by. If the orange dot wasn't there, they were out. The kept beer and liquor and moonshine.

Forsyth County. Booger Hill. For those that don't know, the story is that the place was haunted. It was a big ol tree that supposedly was used for hanging blacks. If you drove past the tree and put your car in neutral, it would roll back up hill. Legend was, if it stopped at the tree, you'd be dead within 24 hours. I must have nine lives because I scared the crap out of a bunch of girls with that trip. Weird thing was if you got out of the car, you could see that it was up hill back to the tree, so I still don't know who it happened.

 

[biker_bill]

I moved northward in the state to get away from the sprawl in Gainesville. When it hits White county, I'll move out west. If it hits there, I'll go to Alaska, and if it hits there, I'll move to NYC and say f it.

On the bootlegger- I remember my dad stopping by a house in Lumpkin County that was a bootlegger. They were bold enough to put up a big orange circle in the window to let folks know they had booze while the people were driving by. If the orange dot wasn't there, they were out. The kept beer and liquor and moonshine.

Forsyth County. Booger Hill. For those that don't know, the story is that the place was haunted. It was a big ol tree that supposedly was used for hanging blacks. If you drove past the tree and put your car in neutral, it would roll back up hill. Legend was, if it stopped at the tree, you'd be dead within 24 hours. I must have nine lives because I scared the crap out of a bunch of girls with that trip. Weird thing was if you got out of the car, you could see that it was up hill back to the tree, so I still don't know who it happened.

Oh yea! Booger hill on Booger mountain road! (I think it's actually called Tribble road....)

 

[SOLGardener]

I want to say that when they paved it, the phenomenon stopped. I only went once after paving. Gee, Forsyth/Dawsonville/Cumming sure was a different place back then, but then so was G-ville.