You don't think it's a wee bit evocative of velour, wide-waled corduroy,
A certain hairstyle, etc...?
I do like the song, and I know what you're meaning, but, c'mon! :tongue:
You know, there are three different ways of approaching that question, all equally valid and each of which figured into my statement:
1) It's evocative of a time in my life where I was paying especially strict attention. Colin Wilson referred to these times as peak experiences, when it seems as though one's mind, so highly focused, becomes etched with a particular moment in time and space. Much like Proust's madelaine, hearing that song brings me back to a place where velour, wide-wale cord and all the rest weren't dated, and at that moment of reminder it's as if you've just experienced that time again. This recall is not historic, it's revelatory and breaths fresh breath into a time long past;
2) When I think of that time, I'm remembering people's voices, their faces and what things smelled like more so than the banal reality of dark brown high-wasted bell-bottoms. Also, though by no means everywhere and by no means complete, the late 70s saw a decided shift in fashion; by 1978 I wore my hair short(er) and side-parted, not shoulder-length and center-parted. Straight-legged jeans were becoming increasingly the norm, and natural fibers were making the beginnings of a huge comeback. Though not entirely wrong, the look you're describing sounds more like the Bicentennial than the years I graduated HS two years later, at least amongst peleo-hipster smartasses living in Boston;
3) Compared to
this, Baker Street is fresh; compared to, say...
this, it's an historical artifact
Nice pic, BTW: anyone I'd know?:tongue:
