If you’re a baby boomer you’d probably agree the 70’s was an incredible time for live music, great bands were playing in venues all over the place and life was kinda in party mode and seemed more care free and innocent?
Drink this! suck that! swallow these! man we were bullet proof!
The 70’s were my ‘gypsy days’, I travelled all over the country with bands and ‘sort of’ had two cities I called home, one was Melbourne in Victoria and the other was Adelaide in South Australia.
More than once during a quiet period with music, I’d just pack a few things, get someone to drop me on the main highway outa town and I’d hitch hike to Adelaide 500 miles away.
Lots of crazy stuff happened on the road in those days, I remember going to a party at a hotel after a gig and woke up onboard a big ship about to set sail for China?
At another party our guitarist was seen going into the toilet and didn’t emerge until the next morning, with a broken leg.
Poor bastard had fallen in the dunny, he was so drunk he felt no pain and thought sleeping on the toilet floor was a good option, shit happens! (no pun intended)
Two days later the same guy went for a walk late at night to buy a pack of cigarettes and disappeared into thin air.
The next day we found out he’d been picked up by the cops for ‘acting suspiciously’ and spent the night in the clink (jail).
We picked him up on the way to our gig that night, no one was impressed with his choice of band clothes or deodorant?
One morning after a party, a young lady that was a regular at our parties said to me, “do you remember going to the petrol station at 4am to buy some milk?”
“YES! of course I do!” was my response (liar! liar! pants on fire!).
She answered, ” W..e..ll, we were all wondering WHY you walked all the way there and back just wearing a pair of jocks?”
(now THAT could be seen as acting suspiciously, but no cops in sight!)
Back then my parents worried about me having ‘enough to eat and a nice place to live?’
To pacify them I sent them a photo of me lying in a gutter clutching a hamburger and wrote on the back, “eating well… and have a nice room… with a view!”
During one of my stays in Adelaide. one night out of the blue, Angela, a lady friend rang me and said she had some tickets to see Santana, would I like to go!
As a drummer I was a big Santana fan back then so I went along and we had the best time.
Everyone in the hall was standing, dancing to the music, singing along, we could feel the floor moving up and down, it was magic.
Just as we were leaving, Angela said, “I just want to thank the promoter for giving me the tickets, he’ll be out the back, come out with me and meet him!”.
“No worries!” I said, “sounds fair enough, I’ll follow you!”
So here we are, standing on one side of the big double doors at the back of this huge hall looking around for Ron.
Next thing, “BOOM!!!, CRASH!!!” the doors FLY OPEN! and Ron, followed by the whole band, surrounded by their minders, come bursting through.
As they’re being herded towards the massive black Limo, Ron is looking from side to side and seeing Angela, gives her the old arm gesture to “come over here”!
She grabs my hand like a mother clutching a child’s hand to cross the street and now we’re running over to the Limo to meet him.
It’s organised chaos as everyone is getting in, we don’t know what to do, we’re caught up in the madness, then someone grabs our arms and shouts, GET IN! GET IN!
I can’t beleive it, Ron and Angela find a seat near the front and I’m ushered into the middle section and end up sitting right in the middle of the band.
I’m thinkin’ “Oh crikey!!!!, I hope they don’t ask me anything, I don’t want em’ to think I’m a bloody tosser!”
(nope! a tosser isn’t someone that works in a restaurant, making ‘tossed salads’).
It was no worries though, these guys were super cool, they asked me my name, what I did and all that, and we just talked about music and bands.
We ended up at a restaurant they had booked out, it’s was like being at a banquet, all the food, drinks just kept coming and I had a great conversation with the drummer.
I got my wallet out as I didn’t want to sponge off these guys, the guy next to me noticed and smiled, “it’s ok” he said, “it’s all taken care of.”
I got home at about 3 am, woke the same morning at 6 am to go to work.
A fellow worker asked me, “So, What’d you do last night, drummer boy?”
I said, “I was cruisin’ in a black limousine with SANTANA!”
The guy started laughing, “Jeez John, you’re such a bloody tosser!! (salad anyone?)
Every time I think back to the 70’s, one thing ALWAYS STANDS OUT!
It’s not the bands that were around, (as great as they were) or all the different venues we played at or even who was going out with who.
Ya know WHAT IT WAS? …it was all the ENERGY!
I thought the 70’s was pretty laid back, pretty cool man!
… BUT STILL… there was ALL this ENERGY!
Because we were all in our 20’s, we had ENERGY to burn, sometimes we did three gigs in one night, packed up, went to a party, then travelled all night and were ready to do it all again the next night.
I don’t care what anyone says, I don’t know ANYONE that has that SAME energy when they’re in their 50’s or 60’s as they did back then, when they were younger!.
Mick Jagger, probably the worlds most incredible front man, relies on supplements, exercise, and a good diet to keep him going.
Mick was quoted as saying that a 2 hour show feels like playing 5 sets of tennis!
As you would already know if you’ve read my other stories, I do a Tribute to Mick Jagger in my band, http://www.rollingstonesexperience.com/
The ONLY WAY I can pull it off is by exercising, watching what I eat, AND taking a full spectrum supplement or energy drink.
SO! If ya DON’T wanna slow down, and have FUN like you did in the 70’s,
Here’s what you could do… kick your rockin’ chair in the guts, or better still burn the Tosser!
(crispy salad please!)
What you could do next … Find yourself a great nutritional supplement.
All The Best In Life Satisfaction