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I think that I am beginning to like 10 Murray Street. For some reason, the building's 1970s aesthetic vibe is starting to grow on me. Every time that I look up at it I feel like growing a moustache, whacking on a pair of bell bottomed slacks (brown, of course), and get myself a winged collar going on.

Maybe it’s the global economic downturn or another crisis in the Middle East™, but it all feels a bit 1973 to me. How that can be is a little strange, because of course 1973 had been done and gone a few years by the time I came along.

So I turn to the world and ask: is 2009 shaping up like 1973? Is that a good or a bad thing?
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smudgeon said…
1973: The year David Bowie re-released The Laughing Gnome.

I think that says it all.
9 January 2009 at 11:29
Sue said…
1973: aaahh...the year of the Great COD war!! (That's NOT a typo...I mean COD...not COLD)Though it would have been a cold cod war as it transpired around Iceland.
9 January 2009 at 12:48
Debbie Courson Smith said…
Well, I will take the music. Billboard's top songs of the year that year:
1. Tie A Yellow Ribbon 'Round The Ole Oak Tree, Tony Orlando and Dawn
2. Bad Bad Leroy Brown, Jim Croce
3. Killing Me Softly With His Song, Roberta Flack
4. Let's Get It On, Marvin Gaye
5. My Love, Paul McCartney and Wings
6. Why Me, Kris Kristofferson
7. Crocodile Rock, Elton John
8. Will It Go Round In Circles, Billy Preston
9. You're So Vain, Carly Simon
10. Touch Me In The Morning, Diana Ross
11. The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia, Vicki Lawrence
12. Playground In My Mind, Clint Holmes
13. Brother Louie, Stories
14. Delta Dawn, Helen Reddy
15. Me And Mrs. Jones, Billy Paul
16. Frankenstein, Edgar Winter Group
17. Drift Away, Dobie Gray
18. Little Willy, Sweet
19. You Are The Sunshine Of My Life, Stevie Wonder
20. Half Breed, Cher
9 January 2009 at 13:25
Neva said…
Well, we survived 1973 and Richard Nixon so I imagine this to shall pass ...1973 wasn't so bad.....or at least it doesn't seem so bad now....:)I am not sure what it says about me that I can sing every one of the previous songs.....ackkhhhh!!!Tie a Yellow Ribbon...sooooooooooooo over played FAR past the point of nausea .... most of them have been......
9 January 2009 at 14:25
Ken Mac said…
this a great shot. Murray street? Manhattan?
9 January 2009 at 14:55
Kitty said…
The color scheme, too, fits the bill - the dusky blue and brown.

there's a place in my heart for such buildings.
9 January 2009 at 15:07
USelaine said…
Diva and Neva brought it all back. It was the summer between 8th grade and 9th grade (high school!), and I was on a rare visit to my aunts, uncles and cousins in Alabama. We watched the Watergate hearings on TV, slept on a screened-in porch, and ate cornbread. I sang Delta Dawn at the top of my lungs while immersed in the Tennessee River while my cousins attempted to teach me to water ski. I wasn't invited back for decades.

The worst and most overplayed song on that list, after "Tie a Yellow Ribbon", was "Little Willy". The best, after "Will it Go Round in Circles", was "Drift Away".

Sailor-style patch-pocket jeans with Bear Trap brand sandals and peasant blouses.

I'm sorry, what were we talking about?
9 January 2009 at 15:33
gogouci said…
1973 brought two of the creepiest movies ever seen...The Exorcist and Deliverance. What will 2009 bring to the theaters.
9 January 2009 at 16:17
magiceye said…
if it does not happen then it is the 'unbearable lightness of being' as explained by milan kundera!
9 January 2009 at 17:12
Miles McClagan said…
1973 - Collingwood didn't win the flag
2009 - Collingwood didn't win the flag

On the other hand, Slades updated Xmas single should be an absolute classic...
10 January 2009 at 08:17
Anonymous said…
1973.... the year that I met and married your mother. Memorable. Definately.
10 January 2009 at 20:37
Maria Verivaki said…
i remember many buildings in wellington,nz looking like this - i wonder if they're still standing...
11 January 2009 at 21:59
Kris McCracken said…
Me, what a cheeky chappie that gnome was, laughing the whole way through Mr Jones’ debut!

Sue, the UK’s decision to utilise anti-terror laws to secure the assets of Icelandic banks recently bought up some of the ‘goodwill’ last seen during the cod war...

Diva, a mix of tunes there. It’s hard to go past Marvin Gaye’s Let’s Get it On though.
12 January 2009 at 13:15
Kris McCracken said…
Neva, it does seem an odd choice for number one song of the year from this vantage point.

Ken, I am sure that Manhattan has more than one though!

Kitty, they tend to grow on you.

Like skin cancer.
12 January 2009 at 13:17
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, I quite like that trip down memory lane. There’s a coming of age film there, I’m sure...

Gogouci, please don’t make me squeal like a piggy.

Magiceye, spot on!
12 January 2009 at 13:19
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, are you tipping a Richmond flag? Dare they hope?

Roddy, in a good or bad sense?

Kiwi, my guess would be... yes.
12 January 2009 at 13:20
Briony Kidd said…
Late 1960s to be precise, but I do like your photo. Perhaps you want to join the campaign to save 10 Murray's stylish ways?

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=272007590649&ref=ts

The petition is online here: http://www.gopetition.com.au/petitions/stop-the-demolition-of-10-murray-street/signatures.html
9 November 2009 at 18:05
Kris McCracken said…
Miss Havershom, thanks for the heads up. I'm hoping to generate some GLOBAL support!
10 November 2009 at 10:47
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