Rich here. You remember the Seventies -- the Decade that was hard to define, musically speaking? Genre-wise, it was all over the map. There was country rock and jazz-fusion, prog and disco, heavy metal and punk, as well as several more genres I'm leaving out. All of them had their day in the sun.
And I dabbled in most of them to some extent. Maybe you did, too.
However, by the end of the Seventies, I was kind of bored. I was missing the kind of guitar-driven, hook-filled melodies and harmonies that had thrilled me so much as a teenager in the Sixties when it seemed that every new single to hit the charts offered a new level of excitement.
But starting in the last couple of years of the '70's, a bunch of records came out that seemed to borrow some of the excitement of those groundbreaking Sixties singles. They were aggressively melodic songs filled with hooky harmonies and catchy guitar riffs. They reveled in a marriage of the energy of punk with pop melodic sensibilities of the British Invasion. Some called it New Wave. Some called it Power Pop. Some called it Alternative.
But I called it rock 'n' roll, and "Girl of My Dreams" by the unwieldy-named band Bram Tchaikovsky was one of my faves from that period.
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