1974... I was ten years old and couldn't give a flying fart about music. Maybe I listened to some John Denver and Neil Diamond, or whatever easy listening was coming out of my mom's car radio. We weren't a musical family.
But my brother, he was 15 and just starting to really discover rock 'n' roll. I can still picture the long list of albums he had pinned to his bedroom wall -- a Christmas wish list of sorts -- stuff like Cat Stevens, John Lennon, Deep Purple, Loggins & Messina... For his 15th birthday, in 1973, he received his very first stereo system, complete with 8-track. What a set up that was! I would've been impressed if I had cared, but I just wasn't into music yet.
My brother loved that stereo for nearly a year. He was killed two months before his 16th birthday when some asshole shot a BB gun at the horse he was riding. It bucked my brother off, he hit his head on a large rock, and that was that.
His room went untouched for four years, his beloved stereo silenced until I went to see Beatlemania at the Pantages Theatre in Los Angeles and suddenly realized that there was a whole wonderful world of music out there. First place I went when I got home was to my brother's room, and there on the shelf was his small record collection, which included The Beatles "Blue Album" of greatest hits. That stereo became mine, but I never moved it out of his room. It became my "Listening Room" and I think maybe my brother was there listening with me.
He probably enjoyed these songs from 1974...