That’s when James Taylor was married to Carly Simon (which is also when she was in her prime). Being the S.O. of a hot woman will always increase your coolness.
I have figured out a bunch of his songs over the years; did the same with Jim Croce and Paul Simon, too - and sure, John Denver back in the day (his plane went down about a mile from my parents’s house - big news at the time). JT isn’t particularly cool, but he’s good and some of his songs are great.
To be fair, he was one of the pioneers of whiny fucked up rich kid emo, I’ll bet that counts as cool in some circles. If he came out today, he’d have tons of tats, hair in his face, and a legion of teenage cutter fans.
You forgot to mention Sean Connery in this regard. But the truth of the matter is that when your over 40 you usually don’t give a flying fig about what’s supposed to be cool, at least not the way you did when you were 20. It’s sort of like being cool and lame at the same time.
As someone said above (Simplicio, I think) not being cool doesn’t mean that none of his music was worthwhile. I like a lot of his songs (Fire and Rain is moving as hell…) but I never thought he was cool. So what? Being cool doesn’t elevate your talent. I LOVE a lot of Jim Croce’s music, but I don’t know if anyone would call him “cool” either. (Maybe he was, in a sort of 70’s, Starsky and Hutch kind of way…) Sorry, this has gotten off-topic from the OP. I think it was not uncommon to think JT wasn’t cool.
In the 70s, I thought there were different strata of coolness. In my various circles, James Taylor was cool compared to Carpenters type music among my high school friends, not cool in the groups that listened to Janis Joplin, Grateful Dead etc. Part of the criteria seemed to be whether they smoked pot or not (or it was assumed they did).
You have to admire a writer who reviews an artist by fantasising about stabbing them in the gut with an off-brand soda bottle. The man simply did not give a fuck until it really mattered: when he wrote about the music he loved, he was beautiful, profound and moving:
Lester Bangs shaped the music I listen to more than any other writer or critic, because he believed that music truly mattered: even when he was angry, especially when he was angry, it was at what he saw as something falling short of what it ought to be. And the man wrote like a god.
Young Elvis Presley was cool. He’s the only musician I can think of who actually was cool. Others may or may not be entertaining, but they are never, ever really cool. The most they manage is to chisel off a little of The King’s coolness. So, no, I guess James Taylor isn’t cool.
I went to college in the 70’s and a few people I knew were huge James Taylor fans. They were all, each and every one, as uncool as it is possible to be. Even I, a nerdy science student, could freely tease them about their lame music. Of course that just made them turn up the volume on their whiney music so even more people could hear how sad and misunderstood they were.