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>>>>Where are the songs > 360s today ? Remember in the 70's Uriah Heep out"YES"sing everybody else with Salisbury and July Morning? Or Thick as a Brick and Passion Play...
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>>>You didn't set rant off :) I know what you mean. Bring back the classic rock era!
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>> (I know they do it for the money but I hate geezers in their 60s and 70s still out there touring, playing the same songs they were playing 40 years ago). The Stones' "Some Girls," the Who's "Quadrophenia," and the Kinks' "Sleepwalker" come to mind.
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>It depends - some of them do it for the money, some for fun, some have fun earning a bit. Nazareth fell in the first category but , Chappo clearly in the second, Styx or Clapton and a few others still fill halls large enough to classify for the third.
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>>The 60s and 70s were unquestionably the golden era of rock. With a few exceptions it has been downhill since.
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>In the early 80ies the smell of money began to to get much bigger - there were some good groups but some purely made for monetary reasons. While this probably was en vogue in music from radio days in WWII, in early Rock only the Monkeys come to mind as the precursor of boy groups.
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>BTW: If you want to listen to something similar to "blimp on a line" but from current time, tune in to Wolfmother...
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Damn you for bringing up The Monkees ;-) I think every girl in my grade was in love with them. Of course, it was fourth grade....

The first concert I went to was in junior high school, probably aged 14. Carole King, who was red hot on the charts after the release of "Tapestry" -- let's be honest, those were some great songs -- opening and then James Taylor, who was also in his heyday. Oddly enough, or maybe not, they are again touring together. We went on a bus and one of the more enterprising girls, Kay Grant, went running down a hallway after the show to talk to him. Security then wasn't what it is now, at least not at a Carole King - James Taylor show. He had filled a Dixie cup with water from a drinking fountain. That has changed, too, with bands specifying every last comfort in their contracts. He gave her what was left of the cup of water and she came back literally screaming. "It's his water! It's his water!" She held it tight on the bus like a sacrament.