Over the years I have come to feel that 1975 is often damned
with faint praise, or no praise at all. Somehow, despite its initial advantage
of being the mid-year of the decade, it suffers by comparison with the years
immediately preceding and following it. Take the weather. The spring of 1975
was slow to warm up and although the summer had its moments, it was soon
eclipsed by 1976. The long hot summer of ’76 has passed into legend- soaring
temperatures allied to a failure to rain at all from June to the August Bank
holiday, capped with plagues of insects.
Then there is Sport. 1974 was a World Cup year and ‘76 an
Olympic year whilst ‘77 produced a British winner at Wimbledon. By contrast,
’75 seems low key, despite Arthur Ashe winning Wimbledon.
Musically, the emerging iconoclasts of the Punk scene did
what all revolutionaries do; trashed what had preceded them to justify why
their emergence was essential. They had the music of 1975 firmly in their
sights.
But-has the time come to look again at ’75? Might there a
chance to rehabilitate its reputation and celebrate its achievements? I
mentioned seeing it first time around through a teenage prism. Might my adult
self bring to light new insights and a deeper appreciation of a year that
helped to shape me? Over the course of several posts, I plan to find out,
sharing my insights with you. So strap yourself in and set the De Lorean to
reach 88 mph as we travel back in time……………..firstly to consider music, then in
subsequent posts to look at Football, films and finally politics. Follow the links below to read more...............
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