by Kay Carson
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17 December 2019
As a child of the 1970s, I can say with some pride that the decade has never left me. This may give you the impression that I host Christmas parties in a highly-flammable, nylon trouser suit while force-feeding my guests cheese and pineapple on sticks, washed down with Warninks Advocaat (you’d only be half wrong, to be fair), or it may imply that I rock a cool, retro vibe in denim bell-bottoms and a cheesecloth blouse (Google it). Either scenario is OK, though, because it’s 2019 and the 70s are officially on trend once more. Unlike the wilderness years of the 1990s, when singers like Cliff Richard had to release records under a pseudonym to get airtime, it’s now perfectly reasonable and acceptable to openly declare your love for ABBA, the Bee Gees, Bread, Neil Diamond, The Captain and Tennille, Barry Manilow and Baccara – and you don’t even have to do it with irony. The age of digital music streaming has, of course, helped enormously in terms of finding – and reviving – obscure and much-missed melodies, originally played as 45s on a tiny, red record player while my eight-year-old self sang every line and danced to every beat. When my wife bought me one of the best ever Christmas presents I have ever received, an iPod, more than a decade ago, I suddenly had a back catalogue of hits – and misses – at my fingertips (let’s just say she was just glad it came with earphones). For the first time in a long time, I could search for pop ballads, soft rock and novelty disco tunes without being met with a look of bewilderment or contempt by music shop sales assistants. I didn’t mind that the tracks were no longer physical, because my quest for long-forgotten songs knew no bounds, plus my wife was pleased that I wasn’t cluttering up the house with piles of old records. Since then, I have accumulated such an enormous digital collection that I’m not entirely sure what’s in there any more… but does that matter? Do I value my rarities any less now that they are available within seconds? Since vinyl is currently enjoying a renaissance, I have been mulling over whether to get a record player (or turntable, as seems to be its preferred name this century) but, as much as I love nostalgia, this would be a step backwards for me in terms of scope. What is nice, however, is experiencing the joy of collecting physical albums through younger friends who have hitherto known nothing but downloads. That said, I must admit it’s so much easier to flap my flares on the dance floor to streamed music tracks for one simple reason – they don’t jump.