I absolutely ruled in the late 1970s… the first few years, not so much because I was still figuring out which end was up and what all these things were to be used for. If you know what I mean. But by 1975… hubba hubba.
My old VW panel van wasn’t pimped up like the above, but it worked just fine all the same. (I had a bumper sticker on the back which read “Go ahead and laugh — your daughter may be inside”.) It looked like this, but was more of a bamboo color:
And then there was the music… even the bad ones are better than the crap we hear today.
I carried a Colt Combat Commander, my .22 pistol was a Beretta Model 75, my .22 rifle was a Winchester 63, and my hunting rifle was the old Israeli Mauser in 7.62mm NATO:
Simpler times, easier life. I miss the 70s, a lot.
Longtime Friend & Reader JC_in_PA suggested that I give this one a listen. I did, and so should you. The intro (i.e. the part before Khatia Buniatishvili gets going on the piano) is one of the best live interpretations I’ve ever heard.
Some pics of Khatia:
I’ve studied music, sung it, played it and pretty much been into it ever since I could walk.
But I never got close to figuring out where Jeff Beck was going, ever. I could only listen, marvel and appreciate the man’s endless artistry and talent. And now he’s gone, leaving only his body of work for us to enjoy.
Probably my favorite Beck was his guitar on buddy Rod Stewart’s People Get Ready. Haunting, melodic, beautiful and perfectly suited to the emotion of the gospel hymn, Beck’s soaring riffs turned it from lovely to sublime.
Yeah, sublime — that’s the word I was looking for. Once again, the music world has lost just one more thing of beauty, and the world is a little less lovely.
Damn it, I can’t even write a proper obituary about the man and his music.
Damn it, Fred: leave me alone, willya?