In the summer of 1974 I was 17. I had spent the previous
twelve months living in a double wide trailer in the backyard of a big house in
a tiny town called Wilmore in Kentucky.
It had been a big year for me.
Arriving in the USA from India in the summer of ‘73 gave rise to
feelings of excitement and possibility. I had reached that age in life when I
had my first job (painting houses) and a burning intention to spend my
wages.
All I wanted then (and still) was records. In India American pop records were hard to
find and pretty expensive to buy although I by the time I got off the plane I
was aware of David Bowie and Alice Cooper but was bowled over by the
what was available in the stores.
That year I fell in love and had my heart broken by an older
college girl. I had a couple of intense spiritual experiences which saw me join
the lingering tribe of Jesus Freaks. I discovered existential doubt and learned
how to ride a motorbike. The Allman Brothers, 3 Dog Night, Ringo Starr,
ZZ Top, Elton John and Neil Young
dominated the airwaves. My face broke
out like a pepperoni pizza on steroids and I discovered a black soul singer
named Al Green.
By the summer of 1974 I was ready to head home to India and
my final year of high school. I had grown up several years in those 12 months
and was totally psyched about getting back to Mussoorie to share all this new
music and show off my red and yellow scotch plaid seersucker bellbottom pants.
One June morning our family packed up the trailer’s contents
into the back of an old Rambler station wagon and headed out for Minnesota
where our cousins lived. I had my driver’s license and was scheduled to drive
the midday shift. When we stopped for
gas and I was about to get behind the wheel my dad said, “Not yet.” He nodded to
my soon to be brother in law to drive. I
was hurt and sat sulking in the back seat.
About a half hour later a rear tyre blew up sending the station wagon
careening wildly down the interstate. We
screeched to a smoky halt with our hearts in our mouths. I caught my dad’s eye. We both understood
that if it had been me behind the wheel I would have panicked, jammed the
brakes, flipped the car and probably sent us all to Glory.
Intuition saves the day.
We eventually made it to Minneapolis a couple days later.
After a few weeks we drove east to Indiana where I left my folks and caught a
plane back home to India. We travelled
many hot hours in that station wagon all across the United States that summer.
And except for that one experience had nary a problem or near miss. The two hits of that summer were Midnight at the Oasis by Maria Muldaur and Sundown by Gordon Lightfoot.
Two very different sounding songs about love and sex and the joys and dangers
thereof.
Can’t remember them?
Here you go!
Track
Listing (Maria Maldaur)
01 Any Old
Time
02 Midnight At The Oasis
03 My Tennessee Mountain Home
04 I Never Did Sing You A Love
Song
05 The Work Song
06 Don't You Make Me High (Don't
You Feel My Leg)
07 Walkin' One & Only
08 Long Hard Climb
09 Three Dollar Bill
10 Vaudeville Man
11 Mad Mad Me
Track
Listing (Gordon Lightfoot)
01 Somewhere U.S.A
02 High And Dry
03 Seven Island Suite
04 Circle Of Steel
05 Is There Anyone Home
06 The Watchman's Gone
07 Sundown
08 Carefree Highway
09 The List
10 Too Late For Prayin'
