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Music for old hippies (or their children)





















Going back to the demo that started this thread, here's a later close up version version of the same song by CSN. If you like guitar, pay attention at the 4:50 mark where Stills launches a run that makes his guitar sound like a sitar. This is the song and the album that made me let my hair grow in 1969. I was with Merck and had to slick it back over my ears whenever my boss worked with me:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVUwrifwKrI
 




Vagitarian said:
Going back to the demo that started this thread, here's a later close up version version of the same song by CSN. If you like guitar, pay attention at the 4:50 mark where Stills launches a run that makes his guitar sound like a sitar. This is the song and the album that made me let my hair grow in 1969. I was with Merck and had to slick it back over my ears whenever my boss worked with me:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVUwrifwKrI
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Does the guy in the middle have some type of affliction? He's spazzing out.
 




Pale Horse said:
Does the guy in the middle have some type of affliction? He's spazzing out.
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Especially when contrasted by Crosby just standing perfectectly still(too stoned to move??) till near the end when he starts clapping to get the crowd into the act..
 
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Pale Horse said:
Does the guy in the middle have some type of affliction? He's spazzing out.
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Quite interesting watching the contrast in delivery styles. Crosy on the left is motionless, Nash in the middle is theatrical and Stills just cranks it out. Ironically It was Crosby on the left and Stills on the right who had epic drug problems (Crosby on the left has a new liver).

The guy in the middle (Graham Nash) is really the straight arrow of the bunch. He's a limey, started the Hollies, never got into drugs and has a vsuccessful long term marriage living up near the San Luis Obispo, CA area on a nice farm in the same area as a few other successful rockers who put their money in the bank instead of up their noses.

Spazzing out? Maybe he just feels it hoss.... I thought his t-shirt was funny though, those short, short sleeves? :cool:
 




Walking Eagle said:
Especially when contrasted by Crosby just standing perfectectly still(too stoned to move??) till near the end when he start clapping to get the crowd into the act..
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I'd bet the farm on that one..................

Incidentally, he did time in a Texas prison for drugs later on and got sober in prison. When he came out, he said, "I'd like to thank the State of Texas for saving my life." And it's my understanding that he is now still completely clean and sober .
 




Just ran across this one - a hit in 1968 for Doug Sahm's band and the band (now fronted by his son) is still playing it. Here's the question - did Doug get Augie Meyers from Dylan? Or did Dylan get him from Doug?

I'll withold my Doug Sahm and Texas Tornado stories out of respect for AM4E. These guys from San Antonio just rock though.

The 1st one aired in 1969 and the second one, a few pounds more, aired a few years later. Doug's song's were simple and in a groove - they just rocked.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DIaYO3BkJzw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcUQsH8dmYQ

But that Texas Tornado story is such a good one and it came from *ricia *earwood's tour manager. (relax AM4E - I never met *rishia but I know her tour manager).
 












Ran across this description of the end of the hippie thing from a Facebook friend who was the one-time girlfriend of a drummer friend. She was one of the 1st nude dancers on Sunset Strip, Jim Morrison played the Whiskey across the street. She lived the good life while the hippie thing was unfolding and then the decline. She's writing and written about it. I saw 'some of this' but certainly not as much as she did.

Morrison--it was the end. He was a bloated drunken mess, scruffy beard, crazy as hell. He had gotten in a scuffle back by the restrooms at the Whisky-- made a drunken pass at my girlfriend, Kay Poorboy. She was fighting him off-- called him "a drunken ole has-been." He lost it and puked down the front of her blouse. Bouncers arrived, pulled him off her. Since it was Morrison, they let him walk off.
When the lights came on at the Whiskey, Morrison was upstairs hanging over the balcony screaming obscenities at the crowd below--many were tourists--he was cursing God "and his fucking son." Tourists were scared shitless-- thought he was Manson and were scrambling to get the hell out. We knew who he was, but avoided him like the plague. We all know one--mad, demented drunk you cant stand to be around--wondered how crazy he would get this time. Me, Kay, left, too. We were back in the parking lot planning a party--I was gonna climb into John Mayalls Mustang, heard noises coming from the bushes. Somebody mumbling, sobbing, singing the blues badly. Suddenly i knew it was Morrison. Man, i felt so sorry for him. Asked my friends if we could take him with us. We were headed for Leon's (Russell) but Kay was adament. No way! Morrison had just puked all over her. "That crazy asshole could destroy Leon's recording equipment!" We left the parking lot. --left Morrison alone, crying, moaning. That was the last time I ever saw him alive. He was dead shortly after that. My heart still breaks every time I relive that story. Shoulda walked back into the bushes and sang the blues with him. He was lonesome.
 




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