This is part of The Existential Dreadnik's Scooby Doo series. The sound matches my memory of that era. (Of music, not Scooby.) To be fair, my 70s music experience was not from the radio. My parents preferred vinyl. (Or reel-to-reel !) I remember the sitter when they went out to see Harry Belafonte in concert. She had a lisp and I was very confused when she told me not to be "shellfish". What's crab got to do with it? Anyway, until we got to the point where my sister and I figured out that we could listen to Casey Kasem in the church parking lot while waiting for our parents, our exposure to music was limited to corporate Muzak , roller rink hits, neighborhood kids, and whatever local businesses were brave enough to put on the radio instead of paying off the mafia . But, yeah, I got the vibe. The local grocery store had a marlin on the wall. Blew out my flip flop . The reason I'm going all-in on the 70s vibe is that Fred Jones would have been the worst 80...