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ORIGINAL: BBfanboy

I would count the Carpenters as "Easy Listening" - I could listen to Karen Carpenter's voice all day and feel the mellow. Had a huge crush on her back in the day, before anorexia took her before she really started her life.

ORIGINAL: ny59giants

For girl crushes in 70s it was Heart and Fleetwood Mac.

ORIGINAL: Canoerebel
Just don't put me in the vicinity of hard, mashing, loud, cacophonous stuff like AC/DC, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, and the Greatful Dead.

ORIGINAL: Canoerebel

I agree - the Carpenters are "easy listening." Ya can't put them in the same "rock 'n roll" category as, say, Deff Leopard.

But, back in the day, the Carpenters would be played on Rock stations while Easy Listening stations might play Frank and Nancy' Sinatra's "Something Stupid." There was a line dividing the two - perhaps somewhat random but definite.

There was 70s and 80s rock that I couldn't stand - loud, crashing stuff; but so much of what came out in that era had distinct piano and horns and strings - and vocals - that it was quite lovely. Chicago, ELO, Styxx and dozens of others come to mind.

I suppose our parents easily distinguished between Ray Coniff or Frank Sinatra, on the one hand, and Foreigner or the Doobie Brothers on the other. But I can listen to all of that and find them relaxing. Just don't put me in the vicinity of hard, mashing, loud, cacophonous stuff like AC/DC, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, and the Greatful Dead.

ORIGINAL: JohnDillworth

My favorite 70's song. Best version....Arlo Guthrie:
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rail is all they feel
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Nighttime on the city of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

ORIGINAL: crsutton

ORIGINAL: JohnDillworth

My favorite 70's song. Best version....Arlo Guthrie:
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rail is all they feel
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Nighttime on the city of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Steve Goodman wrote that song and a lot of other fine tunes. Guthrie's version was a great one. Goodman died very young of cancer.

Steve Goodman wrote that song and a lot of other fine tunes. Guthrie's version was a great one. Goodman died very young of cancer.

ORIGINAL: Smoky Stoker

It is odd how congruent the eclectic musical tastes of war gamers tend to be. I have never liked Frank Sinatra, but that is because I worked in hotels and meeting him professionally kept me from enjoying his work. You may have seen Jefferson Davis' quote "Never be haughty to the humble; never be humble to the haughty"? Mr. Sinatra had it reversed.

My favorite single piece of music - this year, it changes - is Pachelbel's Canon in D by an ensemble named Voice of Music;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3uh75-OXQo

A few years ago it was "Yerushalayim shel Zahav", which, like Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah", is such a good song that there are a lot of bad cuts of it out there;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnPInqMUSJ8