I know I’ve touched on it in the past, but as I was growing up, I was exposed to a surprisingly diverse amount of music. The 70’s really came across to me as a melting pot of all types of music, churning around and creating new genres that hold up to this day. Where would hip-hop be without disco and soul? Where would modern rock be without prog rock? And where would pop music be without, well, everything else?
My mom’s vinyl collection probably seemed pretty pedestrian at the time, but to me, it was awe-inspiring. The Beatles, James Taylor, Electric Light Orchestra, Melanie (look THAT one up, kids), Fleetwood Mac, Rod Stewart, and Barry White all populated my early musical education. Between those records and the AM transistor radio that used to hide under my pillow late at night, I became a sponge for pop music.
As the 70’s ended, and I was able to assert myself a little more on what music I would listen to, I stuck pretty close to the pop charts. First 45: it’s a tie between “The Rainbow Connection” and “The Devil Went Down To Georgia”. First LP: “Hi Infidelity”. Yeah…all over the place. I would listen to the American Top 40 every Sunday, and I would track the pop hits on index cards religiously. The lady at the Central Library in Syracuse must have known my voice when I would have to call and get chart positions I had missed that previous Sunday from the new issue of Billboard magazine. For the longest time, my most cherished possession was a vinyl copy of American Top 40 that I had won for sending in a postcard. I need to check to see if my mom still has that.
The radio wasn’t the only thing fueling my musical appetite, though. A show appeared on TV that changed my musical landscape forever: “Solid Gold”. [I know a few of you just groaned. Admit it.] To see the (supposedly) hottest hits of the week accompanied by interpretive dance blew my young mind. One that stood out in my mind was “Love on the Rocks” by Neil Diamond. I’m not sure why, other than is there any more appropriate way to hear that song than with half-naked women writhing on short pillars of varying heights? If there is, I can’t think of it.
One of the most successful artists of that period was Olivia Newton-John, and I was pretty intrigued by her music. There’s no doubt in my mind that, while I liked her 70’s music, she cemented it with “Physical”. That song went on to be one of the biggest songs of all time, but the song that sticks with me to this day is “Make A Move On Me” from the same CD. Here’s a video of Olivia performing the song on a Solid Gold-like show called “Superstar”. Don’t you just LOVE the pirate wear?
It was just a dream…
For many of my pop music counterparts, hip-hop is an annoying interloper into their musical temple, but for me, hip-hop IS pop music, because it’s mainstream. While my mom would like to argue against this, the seeds of my love of hip-hop go way back to the mid-70s, when the album collection of a single mom of two included “Barry White’s Greatest Hits” and a 45 of “The Hustle”. Come on, now! I got indoctrinated to funky beats and a good chunk of hip-hop samples before I was allowed to cross the street by myself!
Don’t think that the irony of “Life After Death” eluded me. It was clear that this was not just any death, and my world was going to be rocked in a big way, at least from a work perspective. The CD came out a couple of weeks later, and it blew out, as expected. What many people seem to forget was that “Life” was a double CD. The fact that it sold almost 700,000 copies that first week was unheard of for a rap double album, and in 2000, “Life” became the first hip-hop double CD to be certified diamond (10 million units).
I will probably see Notorious next week, but I’m not necessarily looking forward to it. It’s almost as if I need to see it to put some things to rest that I didn’t even realize needed closure. To see the struggle, the success, and the tragedy will hurt, but if nothing else, his life is a testament to what is possible. He very easily could have been dead years earlier if he hadn’t gotten out of his original profession. No “Candle in the Wind” here, but man, he left way too soon.
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