Sometimes the best part of an old TV show is the music running over the opening credits. Maybe we didn’t notice it at first; perhaps we were too busy stuffing our preteen pieholes with Twinkies or, later, ogling the jugs of Ginger, Chrissy, Batgirl or Brenda as hey jiggled across our screens. But it was there.
Nineteen hundred and seventy-three is one of those rare years — like, say, 1968, 1969, 1971 and 1991 — that saw the release of an impressive assortment of seminal rock albums. As we wrote two years ago in our 1971 roundup, "Even for a year that falls squarely in the heart of the 'classic rock' era, it was a particularly classic year."
Let's face it, bringing a 100-watt guitar amp to your average weekend bar gig is a lot like taking a Lamborghini to Shop Rite for Sunday-afternoon grocery shopping. You simply don't need all that power.
Whether you began on an electric or an acoustic guitar, there's no doubt the latter will eventually find its way into your hands at some point. The nature of the acoustic guitar's efficiency (no amp!) makes it a commonality among players, collectors and dorm-room guys looking to impress girls. Even the most devout shredder will be tempted to noodle on a dreadnought — particularly in front of the aforementioned girls.