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As if by portentous providence, apparently there’s a penthouse condo up for sale in Chicago that retains all of its original 1972 decor. How fabulously trippy is that? I have to throw in some 1972 tunes for a soundtrack, of course!

David Bowie, Ziggy Stardust, 1972

I hope you know by now that Nosetouch Press is going all-in with the 1970s with our upcoming BLOOD, SWEAT & FEARS anthology. If not, drop by the submissions call and get yourself brought up to speed, and if clicking through is not your bag, here’s the summary below:

The 1970s often seem like the dreaded hangover from the 1960s, representing a time of particular unease in American life. It was a time of painful, disconcerting transition, a time when old economic sureties imploded in light of rampant uncertainties, while rock music, polyester and paranoia ruled the day. It’s no accident that some of the most classic (and/or infamous) horror movies of the genre arose in the 1970s—Duel (1971), The Last House on the Left (1972), The Exorcist (1973), Black Christmas (1974), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), Jaws (1975), The Omen (1976), Halloween (1978), Dawn of the Dead (1978), Magic (1978) and even Alien (1979)—all of these (and many more) tapped into the fear and unease that thrived in the 1970s.

Nosetouch Press is bringing you Blood, Sweat & Fears: Horror Inspired by the 1970s to capture the essence of the horror of living in the weird 1970s. We welcome any horror, provided that it faithfully represents the oh-so-creepy, grit-under-the-fingernails vibe of the 1970s, and really captures the time period between 1970 through 1979 — we’re not looking for splattercore and excessive gore, so much as rampant paranoia and dread hanging like smog over everything.

Put on your bellbottoms, your clogs and your satin shirts and write the best original 1970s-inspired horror story you can imagine, and send them our way. Beyond the grimy 1970s horror vibe, thematically, the stories can be wide open, but all submissions should radiate that discordant ‘70s vibe that gave us Son of Sam and other infamous serial killers, Three Mile Island, Jonestown, Watergate and CREEP, and many other things.

No reprints, please.

Now, onto that place…

One Groovy Place, Man

1972bathroom

I’m a little bummed out that the wall phone isn’t rotary dial, man.

1972bedroom

Likely not a waterbed, but dig that groovy headboard and that mind-bending wallpaper.

1972kitchen

That wallpaper’s enough to ruin anybody’s appetite…

1972livingroom

Think of the fondue-and-cocaine swinger parties one could have in that living room…

I had to laugh when I saw it, given that I’d been posting various horrors from the 1970s, whether fashion or decor or other things.

Elton John, Crocodile Rock, 1972

And then here it is, this ridiculous bargain of a penthouse condo, all decked out in Wrigley Doublemint hues of green!

Blue Oyster Cult, Cities On Flame with Rock and Roll, 1972

How perfect is that? Hopefully, whoever has the walking-around money to scoop up a place like that doesn’t ransack the decor and retains it in all of its 1970s “glory.”

Traffic, Dear Mr. Fantasy, 1972

Anyway, here’s a couple of pictures to give you the real flavor of a penthouse trapped in 1972.

Screaming Lord Sutch, Til the Following Night & Jack the Ripper, 1972

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