Courage was mine, and I had mystery; Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery.

Afternoon delight, Opossum Bay, two big buoys and two kayaks. Can you spot them all?

The link may seem tenuous, but when I think of afternoon light, the chorus of Afternoon Delight - the Starland Vocal Band's mega hit from '76 - immediately comes to mind. This immediately leads me to today's Sunday Top Five: My Top Five Favourite 1970s Mega Hit Singles [at this point in time, as such lists are liable to change]!

5: The Ballroom Blitz, Sweet

4: Get it On, T-Rex (and check out that German Top of the Pops presenter!)

3: Rock On, David Essex

2: He's Gonna Step on You Again, John Kongos

1: Mull of Kintyre, Paul McCartney and Wings

Okay, who have I missed? Obviously Mouldy Old Dough Gimme Dat Ding and Afternoon Delight presented strong cases, but what does the world think?

Comments

Sue said…

I certainly would have liked to "get it on" with Marc Bolan. I was totally smitten with him in those days and was devastated when he was killed.
Love all those songs...will be unable to get Afternoon Delight out of my head for the rest of the day! Very catchy melodies....

28 February 2010 at 13:02

herhimnbryn said…

That list of songs has taken me winging back to my youth. Marc Bolan adorned my walls and ceiling for many a year.
Found you via Artsparkers link.

1 March 2010 at 07:34

Kris McCracken said…

Thanks all.

4 March 2010 at 10:55

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

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In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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