A full update to come, but first some mindless fun…courtesy of the lovely and talented Stephanie, it’s Popstrology.

As it turns out, 1974 is the year without a dominator. Hm.

It was the one and only year in the popstrological era in which no single star attempted to dominate the universe of pop, and glorious disorder was naturally the result. John Denver leading into Roberta Flack and Paul Anka into Eric Clapton? Barbra Streisand sandwiched between Ringo Starr and Barry White? When else but the seventies could one have witnessed such glorious incongruities, and when else but in 1974 could one have witnessed so many of them? Believe it or not, one prominent member of the critical establishment has actually called 1974 the worst year for pop music in American history, but that just goes to show you how easily one’s mind can become corrupted by a false ideology like rock criticism. Popstrologists make it a rule to steer clear of terms like “best” and “worst” when discussing the pop-musical past, but rules are made to be broken, and you’ll have little difficulty finding a popstrologist willing to proclaim 1974 one of the best of all possible years in which to have been born. At least for those who are comfortable going through life without a ruling philosophy or any hope of finding one that’s offered to them by their peers to be even remotely acceptable.

My “birthstar birthsong” is The Night Chicago Died. Whatever that means. 😉