SOMETHING ABOUT THE 1970S STILL RESONATES WITH ME. OF COURSE, IT COULD BE THAT LIKE MOST OF US, I SIMPLY LIKE MY OWN ERA, BUT I SENSE THERE’S MORE TO IT THAN THAT.
After all, there’s plenty of 20 something surfers out there who seem to like it too, going by their copycat haircuts, moustaches, single fins and mung bean personas. Ironically, their nostalgia is based on imagination, hearsay and old photos and films, since they weren’t even born until 20 or 30 years later.
But I lived it, and I loved it. There was a sense of style, and some residual optimism that the high hopes of a better world, spawned in the mid to late 1960s, could still pan out. It wasn’t all empty waves and treehouses at…
