I'm Going to Start a New Category -- "Johnny Sang it, so Therefore My Love for it Is Defensible": Three things to point out about this video: 1) John's the one comporting with class; Tony's out of his depth. 2) The musician of the three is June Carter, obviously. 3) The cameraman is s-t-o-n-e-d.
Now the original. Possibly the most 1978 moment ever captured on film:
Don'tcha just love late-'70s microphones?...
True story: In the lost summer of 1987, when I was first compiling my extensive bad-'70s-music collection, we gave this song a workout about 13 times in a row at maximum volume, with some possibly inebriated group-singing accompaniment. It was hot, so our windows were open, and of course (this being Isla Vista) they had no screens. So on the 10th or so listen there was a whizzing sound, followed by an explosion and stain on our wall, about five feet from the record player. Sure enough -- it was an egg, presumably rotten, hurled by a Boone-raging neighbor. Naturally, we left the drippings up as a badge of honor, and kept right on howling to what is, you have to agree, a pretty good song, at least before the last chorus-repeat. (Especially the key change triggered on the word "night" ... man, that still gets me in near-tears.) As the summer/fall moved on, the neighbors quickly learned to locate our fuse box, but by then we knew the songs (and Denny Terio dance moves) so well that there truly was no Remedy....