70s music
The 1970s were all about sex, drugs and rock and roll; Beat welcomes you to our Disco Inferno.
You May Be Right
For Billy Joel, it all began with âPiano Man.â The song was written and recorded by the American singer and songwriter Billy Joel. It is featured on his 1973 album of the same name. The song is based on his real-life experiences as a lounge musician in Los Angeles, California. The song became his first major hit and signature song. In 2013 it was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame.
By Rasma Raisters25 days ago in Beat
Going to California: The Song That Proves Rock ânâ Roll Doesnât Need to Scream to Be Heavy
Picture this: Itâs 1971, and Led Zeppelin, a band synonymous with thunderous riffs and arena-shaking anthems, strips everything back to an acoustic guitar, a mandolin, and a voice that sounds like itâs been soaked in honey and heartache.
By Diane Foster27 days ago in Beat
Chips And Gravy With The Bard of Salford
The title relates to the only time I met and chatted with Dr John Cooper Clarke. I am not sure when I first came across him but I remember buying the Rabid EP âInnocentsâ in the nineteen seventies, which opened with âSuspended Sentenceâ and then the title song and backed with âPsycle Sluts Part 1 and 2â. I saw him on TV working at a Manchester University doing a good Bob Dylan impression in his looks.
By Mike Singleton đ Mikeydred 29 days ago in Beat
Dance Me to the End of Love
Canadian singer, songwriter, poet, and novelist Leonard Norman Cohen came into the world on September 21, 1934. He created a lot of poetry that also became songs with themes like faith and mortality, isolation and depression, betrayal and redemption, social and political conflict, sexual and romantic love, desire, regret, and loss. He was inducted into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame, the Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame, and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Cohen left this world on November 7, 2016, at the age of 82.
By Rasma Raistersabout a month ago in Beat
The Quiet That Follows the Applause
I didnât cry at the end of Better Call Saul. I cried three days later, while washing dishes. The water was hot, the sponge worn thin, and suddenlyâwithout warningâI saw Kim Wexlerâs hands again. Not in the courtroom. Not in the finale. But in that tiny Albuquerque office, adjusting the blinds just so, trying to control one small thing in a world spinning out of her grasp.
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a month ago in Beat
The Song That Brought Him Back
After my mother passed, grief settled into our home like winter fogâthick, gray, and impossible to ignore. He stopped whistling while fixing the sink. Stopped tapping his boot to the oldies station. Even his laugh, once so loud it startled the dogs, vanished into a silence so heavy it filled every room. For two years, he moved through life like a man walking in someone elseâs shoes. So when he said, voice barely above a whisper, âLetâs go south for New Yearâs,â I didnât ask why. I just booked the tickets.
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a month ago in Beat
