To a place when time was never our preoccupation
Like the members in our favorite bands
never knowing if it was 25 or 6 to 4
It was the simplest of times it was the most confusing of times,
Barry was not really White, Queen was really a king, Alice had more in Common with KISS, Stevie was not really the 8th Wonder
and Floyd was never really Pink, it was SWEET times when and we were already speaking of Ten Years After
But for others amongst us we just knew them as The Band
It was a time when AMERICA, was at WAR
And the legal team of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
would have been no more effective than going to a
good ole fashion Creedence Clearwater Revial
However they would have had to defend themselves against
Emerson, Lake & Palmer and that was no Little Feat.
Our only votes were for the Parliament/Funkadelic
It was a time when a Commodores 64 was our nightly
The only texting we knew was Joe Tex while smokey
the bear was being shown to us we were into Smokey Robinson.
It was a time before the sexual revolution and if asked are you
hip on AC/DC you simply said YES
Wearing your colours put you in Kool & The Gang, The James Gang
or the Blue Oyster Cult armed only with their Sex Pistols
and no one would ever complain about keeping Bad Company
Our guns slingers were Uriah Heep from Nazareth and
Bootsy Collins from ORLEANS.
If you pointed a Bad Finger you would be met with
Judas Priest leaving you with only The Miracles of
Dr. John and his10cc of Tinn Lizzy or the music from an
Average White Band to save you from being declared Meat Loaf by
Still we did have our upscale life styles with our Rose Royce and a little Television
Friends dropping in unannounced were never asked The Guess Who?
Hydro was cheaper we could have afforded an Electric Light Orchestra
If you were a FOREIGNER in the Moody Blues you could have taken a
JOURNEY on The Grand Funk Railroad getting of at Brownsville Station
Chicago, Boston or Black Oak Arkansas.
Here it took on The Three Degrees climb causing the engineer to shift
into Bachman-Turner Overdrive to reach
Kansas on our way to The Ohio Players for The Clash
For most of us no one was in a RUSH, for others we were as lazy as the Grateful Dead
While still others faces just turned Deep Purple
During the Donna Summer, we would open The Doors
or go some place in the Styx, chilling under The Chi-Lites
Other times we would be fighting Traffic, to see Curtis, Al. Aero, Marley, Eddie, Ike, Roxy, SLADE, Joe, Carly, Edgar, Ted and Elton.
As we departed our only decision was do we take the Zeppelin or the Jefferson Starship
It was the Genesis of our times, The Grass Roots in our SPIRIT
we knew nothing of Humble Pie. We knew of The Beach Boys,
we had a CAT and Three Dogs, we did the Iggy, the Steely,
Haled a Van, often times got confused between Halen and Morrison.
Doing a little Cheap Trick, a little Kinks gave cause for some to call us Supertramp
But we got down to the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band while Sly Family Stone left me best with the best of The Impressions