The 1970s may not have been great for the automotive industry, but you wouldn't know it judging by the music.
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The Greatest Hits of horrible hairstyles... And driving music? |
Don't blame me, this pandemic has gotten me a severe case of cabin fever. I have been driving a lot, but the main point is to just go for a drive. Once I am done driving -- usually after two hours or so -- I head straight home.
During these two hours, I usually listen to music. A lot of it. Yes yes, as much as it is nice to listen to the rumble of my inline six, sometimes you just need a little something on the side. Having some music is nice, if not to take my mind off the one Honda CRX driver tailgating me on the highway with a cracked muffler, no brakes, that's also missing a front wheel.
So, just like what anyone else would do in this situation, I loaded up on my iPod. Okay, maybe not everyone since it's not 2011 anymore. I still have an iPod though and use it regularly, because it's just better and y'all can bite me.
Anyway, then it dawned on me: almost 80% of the songs in my driving playlist consist of bands from a particular era. More specifically, the 1970s -- the era of the Apple II and the, um, the Ford Pinto.
I strongly believe that the 70s was the Golden Period for driving songs -- which really makes no sense, for the reasons I'll explain below.
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It was only appropriate, because the 1960s was the holy grail in motoring. The Mustang fastback, the Stingray, the GTO, the E-Type and the gull-wing Mercedes, the jaw-droppingly beautiful Lamborghini Miura -- all of them were roaming around together on the I-5 at some point, presumably all being tailgated by an angry Honda CRX driver.
However, once the 1970s rolled around, Rock music exploded into a cultural phenomenon, In music, we saw the rise of double-necked guitars, double drumming, electric synthesizers, 10-minute guitar solos, synthesizer solos, and John Bonham, whose drumming is so ridiculously insane you'd think that he has seven arms and four legs.
John Bonham manning the drum kit. |
What do all those songs have in common? They are all written in the 1970s by the sort of people who looked like they haven't showered since the Hoover administration.I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheelThere's a voice in my head that drives my heelIt's my baby callin', says I need you hereAnd it's a half past four and I'm shiftin' gear- Golden Earring, "Radar Love", because this song is acoustic perfection.
All of this is quite ironic, because 1970s was one of the worst decades for the automotive industry. Us car people call it the Malaise era.
In technology, the decade gave us the launch of NASA's Voyager program.
In motoring? Er, a little less inspiring. We got the Ford Grenada and Chevrolet Chevette. See also: Cars with vinyl roof. Oh, and European cars with huge, ugly rubber bumpers. Also, have I mentioned cars with vinyl roof? Need I go on?
"Sir? Your Pinto's on fire... Oh wait." |
It was so bad that the Ford Mustang -- the iconic American sports car -- became the bloated, uninspiring, secretary's car with, wait for it, 88 horsepower. The optional V6 had a 105 horses. The only hell you'll be seeing on the highway is your own dashboard.
It became so bad, the Mustang II might as well have became rivals with the AMC Pacer.
It just made no sense that the 1970s would make such good driving music at all -- simply because the cars in the 1970s were mostly so utterly putrid and soul-suckingly horrible. Even Elton John wrote about having a old gold Chevy -- I doubt that he was thinking about a Chevrolet Monza when he wrote this song.
What the hell even is this thing? |
Despite all that, it didn't stop the artists in this decade from giving us some of the best driving music. For some reason, everyone just kept pumping out great albums that was just perfect for driving -- from Dark Side to The Captain and Me; from Rumours to Boston; from Mothership Connection to Who's Next; they were all simply sublime. Speaking as a guy who averages 30,000km a year behind the wheel, I am eternally grateful.
The 1960s gave us Chuck Berry, but the 1970s gave us Free Bird.
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