My 70's

The singer Rickie Lee Jones and the song “Rikki Don’t Lose That Number” by Steely Dan came into my consciousness around the same time and I could never separate them. They merged with the forest green carpet I used to run my Tonka trucks across and the fluttering clip sound of the Big Wheel I rode in front of the house. The way Rickie Lee Jones looked in her blueberry beret and flowing blouses. The way Steely Dan sounded like a mathematical after-hours cocaine band that I loathed but was drawn to. All dreams issued from the off-white clock radio with the ever-flipping numbers.