I moved to the East Village of NYC in 1972. For one year, I lived upstairs from the Nuyorican Poets Cafe (where I got married 20 years later), where I met Miguel Pinero, Miguel Algarin, and many of the other founders of slam poetry, a closely related poetic and musical phenomenon.
I’m not a fan of Burt Bacharach, but I would never say that he’s not a great composer. It just sounds like muzak to me: why would I find “Close to You” interesting in 1972 sung by the Carpenters, when I was listening to David Crosby’s “Triad” in 1968, sung by Grace Slick?