Scott Muni died yesterday. He was 74. Anyone who "cut their teeth" about life, love and rock n' roll around the NYC area in the decade between 65' and 75' feels a little bit empty today.
Although there was Vietnam, the gas crisis (I remember having to walk to school in the dark) and the Nixon resignation, there was a certain innocense about that time that I think we'll never feel again.
We had no worries about AIDS, terrorism, global warming, toxic mold, mad cow disease-yadda yadda yadda. WE were loose, carefree and we loved our music. You probably have at least one memory of drivin' around in your dad's Chevy, packed with your friends singing along to Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody or hangin in your bedroom with a black light on and zoning out to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon.
You would turn on WNEW FM and there he was, the "professor"...Scott Muni. He was 20 to 30 years older than most of us, but he was like that "cool" dad you wish you had.
He played our music and understood what we wanted outta life. Let us do our thing as long as we didn't hurt anybody else (including ourselves).
Those days are done. We'll miss the man with the scruffy voice yakkin' about his knowledge of music, giving us direction and playin' our songs. We'll always remember him.
Rick Contrata