The Mood Ring Sounds of the 1970s

McCartney: The Mullet Years (Credit: Michael Putland/Getty Images)

It's Thursday night and patience has run down.

I'm not afraid to let the feelings flow but there are times where the message seems unnecessary (and just missed).

So, we'll lay off that.

The 30-Day Song Challenge has certainly been helpful in that I haven't had to scrounge for topics.

However, they threw me a curveball for today.

Day 13: A song you like from the 70s

For one thing, last night was my pre-teen years, which was the 70s.

So, now I have to find another one.

OK. This isn't a big deal.

The 70s produced its fair share of monstrous hits and cringeworthy nuggets.

Think about it: the 70s produced the Stones at some of their best and some of their questionably worst (the 80s wouldn't be so kind to them). We did the Hustle and other dance moves in the middle of the decade before disco completely took over and was killed in a ballpark.

We had punk. We had the singer-songwriters of Laurel Canyon.

The Eagles ruled. So did Joni Mitchell. So did Chicago. So did the Sex Pistols and Blondie and Bowie and on and on...

We met Queen after the early 70s stretch of glam rock. Freddie could have been glam but he was far more than that. Fleetwood Mac drifted from their early blues work to their biggest album.

We also got to know Billy Joel.

Each Beatle found a level of success. John Lennon made seminal music before he went on his "lost weekend." Then he found fatherhood. George Harrison turned spiritual and made a masterpiece with All Things Must Pass. Ringo bounced through solo highs and lows. Paul McCartney was the most commercially successful and made his best work with Band on the Run.

Oh, and a guy from the Bay Area went to England with a country rock band (also a thing during the decade) just as punk hit it big. So, he came back and, by 1979, formed Monday Night Live, which became the American Express. But, his story would play out in the 80s when they became Huey Lewis and the News.

In truth, there's a ton of music I love from the 70s.

So anything could go here. From "The Night Chicago Died" to "Kung Fu Fighting" to other things that say, "I'm old," it's the decade that gave us "Layla."

But, love it or hate it, there's one sax riff that either incited pure hatred or pure joy.

It's joy here.

"Winding your way down on Baker Street..."