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The ’70s get a bad rap – not. The decade was as hokey and bubbleheaded as it appears in hindsight, a microburst of smiley-face delusion lodged between the dashed dreams of the ’60s and the grim reaping of Reagan’s “Morning in America.”
Whoa, self-dude. Relaaaax. Go chill with people wearing fake Afros and saying bad shit like “yo” and “superfly” at this weekend’s Rock the Vine Seventies Festival, which includes a Grateful Dead tribute band, a Seventies Costume Contest, and gastric delights such as Bat Out of Hell Meatloaf and “Pot” Roast (arrrrrrgh).
May 23-24, 11:30 a.m.-10 p.m., 2008
