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 Reagans Morning in America.
Whoa, self-dude. Relaaaax. Go chill with people wearing fake Afros and saying bad shit like yo and superfly at this weekends 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