The right one was to go faster, the middle one slowed you down, and the other one had something to do with the gears.

I doubt too many of us had even that theoretical knowledge in 1970. A few kids might have driven a car around the backyard under the careful eye of a parent, and a handful from the backblocks probably had an old Morris or Ford Zephyr to go “bush-bashing” in until it expired against a gum tree.

But our parents owned cars, and car advertising was everywhere on the radio, on television, in newspapers. Still is.

The big divide was Holden versus Ford. My Dad drove a Holden, so I was a Holden man, and if I saw a Ford Falcon, I’d glare at it and make machine-gun noises to shoot the enemy down from my back seat window. Biggles had played a huge influence in my childhood, and if there had been Sopwith Camels and Fokker Triplanes around, I would have been a Camel man.

A few parents drove imports. British cars were still selling. Morris Leyland and Austin 1800s. European Fiats and Renaults. Japanese Datsuns and Mazdas were making an appearance.

But for most of us, it was Ford, Holden or Valiant. The General Motors Holden plant at Acacia Ridge was cranking out Kingswoods, and my Holden heart would beat faster every time we passed by on Beaudesert Road, rattling over the railway crossing.

The HT Holden range was the epitome of modern Australian cardom. Angular and sharp-edged, they looked aggressive and futuristic on the roads. Heads turned as they went by, and if your Dad had one, you were the envy of every kid on the block.

The Monaro was the ultimate. Winning races at Bathurst, it looked fast just standing at the pumps. We wanted to grow up and drive one, hooning down the highway, sunnies shading our eyes, Rolling Stones blasting out of the cassette player. Everyone would bow before us.

They only cost a couple of thousand. You could afford one after a year of hard saving in a base-grade job if you didn’t worry too much about eating or paying a mortgage or personal grooming.

Just look at that auction estimate. $150 000 to $180 000. You know anything else that could appreciate at twice its purchase price every year for four decades?

What we should be doing is going out and buying a specced-out Holden Cruze, parking it in the garage until we are about ninety, and then auction it off in mint condition.

Ah, dreams!

–Peter Mac

Australian Top Ten – 14 March 1970

	this week	last week			weeks in
*	1.	(2)	I THANK YOU	Lionel Rose	10
*	2.	(4)	Venus	Shocking Blue	7
	3.	(1)	Raindrops Keep Falling on My head	Johnny Farnham	14
	4.	(3)	SMILEY	Ronnie Burns	13
*	5.	(5)	SUPER STAR	Murray Head	8
*	6.	(7)	DON’T CRY DADDY/RUBBERNECK	Elvis Presley	4
*	7.	(8)	Whole Lotta Love	Led Zeppelin	5
	8.	(11)	Two Little Boys	Rolf Harris	7
	9.	(10)	Arizona	Mark Lindsay	8
*	10.	(18)	All I Have to do is Dream	Bobbie Gentry And Glen Campbell	3

–Go-Set Magazine

Pete’s Jukebox

Bobbie Gentry and Glen Campbell. A world away from The Beatles. And Elvis Presley. These are my songs. Songs of yearning and love and memories. Sentiment dripping out of every note. My wife can’t stand them, but I’m misty holding her hand.

Glen Campbell hits my spot. My Glen-Spot. My Gentry-Spot. These two were a natural pairing to sing songs of middle America’s secret passions. Bobbie Gentry – despite the name, female – had a huge hit with Ode to Billie Joe in 1967, an intriguing song contrasting the banality of everyday life with tragedy in Carroll County.

Campbell had a long string of hits. Gentle on My Mind, Wichita Lineman, Galveston, Little Green Apples. I love them every one.

All I Have to do is Dream was a huge hit for the Everly Brothers in 1958. When Campbell and Gentry went looking for joint projects, this one popped up. I guess that, both being singers of middle America, they had visions of acres of golden corn in their minds.

Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream

An inspired opening. It ends, as we shall see, with the same wording, and there were some half-strength lines in a couple of place between.

…I want you in my arms
…and all your charms
…I can make you mine,
taste your lips of wine…

Now, who was it said that corn doesn’t sell? Certainly not an American!

Schooldreaming – photo by melodi2

Cliches and worn rhymes aside, the basis of the song is that a lover is unnecessary. All you have to do is dream. While there is a certain amount of pleasure in this thought, I can state with some certainty that holding the girl in your arms beats any daydream. Perhaps this is the unspoken message of the song, but given the unbroken stream of corn, I think we may safely take it at face value. It’s not that subtle.

I spent a lot of my high school years dreaming. I suspect I wasn’t alone. Perhaps this was just as well. If our daydreams had been reality, there wouldn’t have been as much academic work going on!

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream

–Peter Mac

Bonus video: live performances by Glen Campbell and Bobbie Gentry

Related posts:

1. 7 March 1970: Popular leaders
2. 21 February 1970: Mental blocks.
3. 31 January 1970: Born Free