When I was a teenager, the soundtrack was simple and indeed played on a 8-track tape player – and how sad is it that I’m that old – the heft of a portable x-ray machine strapped beneath the dash of my dad’s ’65 Ford Galaxy when I was a senior in high school. Pumped at volume as those of us on the football squad arrived for our Friday night games, the “Theme to Shaft” by Issac Hayes. Cue that great guitar intro:
Who is the man
That would risk his neck for
his brother man?
(all the girls say: Shaft!)
Can ya dig it?
Who’s the cat that won’t cop out,
When there’s danger all about
(all the girls again say: Shaft!)
But there was also “Lola” from the Kinks that, shall we say, piqued our interests,–
Well, I’m not the world’s most physical guy,
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly
broke my spine
Oh my Lola, L-L-Lola
Well, I’m not dumb but I can’t understand,
Why she walked like a woman but talked like a man,
Oh my Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola
Time passes and there were other Friday nights spent in places like the Jockey Club and Jukebox Jury…yes my friends, the Age, the Scourge of Disco had arrived. And what better song encapsulated this ere than “Disco Inferno” by the Tramps (riffed on I shamelessly note in a short story of mine called “Disco Zombies” from the Cocaine Chronicles recently republished in my short story collection, Treacherous: Grifters, Ruffians and Killers)
Satisfaction came in a chain reaction — Do you hear?
I couldn’t get enough, so I had to self destruct,
The heat was on, rising to the top
Everybody’s goin’ strong
That is when my spark got hot
I heard somebody say
Burn baby burn! — Disco inferno!
A, ah yeah!
Threaded through those time periods and into my mid to late twenties are those relationships that healed you and took something out of you at the same time. Who better than the Joe Simon in his song “Drowning in the Sea of Love” to express that:
I’ve been down one time,
I’ve been down two times,
Now I’m drowning,
Drowning in the sea of love
And there was Santana’s “Black Magic Woman” song that pretty much summed it up for me and wommin’ folk as well —
I got a Black Magic Woman
I got a Black Magic Woman
Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman
She’s got me so blind I can’t see
But she’s a Black Magic Woman and
she’s trying to make a devil out of me
For the tough times there’s the two constants, the Boss’ “Darkness on the Edge of Town” –
Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost,
I’ll be there on time and I’ll pay the cost,
For wanting things that can only be found
In the darkness on the edge of town.
And War’s “Slippin’ into Darkness,”
When I heard my mother say,
You’ve been slippin’ into darkness,
Oh oh oh oh
Pretty soon, you’re gonna pay.
When it comes time to checkout, like how it was used for a dying Russian gangster on an episode of House, maybe that last soundtrack will be the intonations of the late great Eddie Hazel’s guitar magnificence on Funkadelic‘s “Maggot Brain.”
(you can click on Treacherous or “Maggot Brain” for extras by the by)