Tamalpais High.
Mt Tam all the way.
This one really hit me hard even though seems like a great one passes away every week now. His music is such a soundtrack to some formulative times in my youth. Took me forever to get a fringe jacket. It’s like seeing my life drop by drop disappear. Some other real big ones to come. I’m mentally preparing. I’m also really enjoying some byrds and csny today.
Not that knowledgeable on CSNY - what is a good album to start with?
4 way street is a real time capsule, love the earnest crowd too…i think this links to that whole X2 record
Note to self: neil young is alive and awesome
def shades of what was to come for him, nice find
One of my pals collects songs about chickens – got any to share (homage to the lost yardbird)?
sort of an underrated group too…
https://youtu.be/sFgCA-agQwM
As always with these lists highly subjective but perhaps still fun to see for you guys.
For a moment, soundalikes:
well they replaced him with a horse, but kept his tunes of course
https://youtu.be/X6pb2pLeR_s
https://youtu.be/_aG_4f1vuZY
new country directions for byrds to follow.
I loved the Vogues
This from Michael Shrieve…
David Crosby has died. This one is tough for me. David was a part of my life since my high school days, when I was a huge fan of The Byrds. The first time I met David, was in RCA Studios in LA. It was 1968, I had taken my first ride on an airplane with Jorma Kaukonen and Jack Casady, from Jefferson Airplane,( I know, I know!) flying from San Francisco, on PSA Airlines, with stewardesses who were all beautiful, and in tight pink miniskirts! Jefferson Airplane were actually considering me as a drummer! Buddy Miles was also on the flight. It was memorable trip for several reasons. First, I was staying with Jorma and he had a bunch of visitors during the day. (Recording sessions, were at night, of course) A couple of notable visitors were Jim Morrison, and Eric Clapton who had brought a cassette of a band he was super exited about. They were called “The Band”. We went to the studio and I was just hanging out, with you know, Jefferson Airplane! And after awhile David Crosby walks in the studio wearing the famous green cape, and carrying a guitar. The band finished what they were working on and David breaks out his guitar, and they gather around him as he presents them with a song, called “Triad”, that The Byrds didn’t want to touch, because of the provocative lyrics; “Why can’t we be three?” It was beautiful, haunting, and done in what was turning into the modal tune that would turn out to be a big part of David’s sound. It was a heady trip for a teenager. I never made it into the Airplane, but to this day, remain friends with Jorma and Jack. And not too much time later, I was in Santana. All good!
I think it was 1970 I bought my first home in Mill Valley. I believe the price was $62,000! Croz was one of the few LA musicians that was hanging out in Marin County with the Dead, and on Fulton St. in SF with the Airplane. David was living on a houseboat in Sausalito. He loved boats. We ran into each other a few times, and we really connected. We took a liking to each other. We both had an affinity, actually, a passion, for the Welsh Poet, Dylan Thomas. We would read him out loud to each other. “Under Milkwood”…“the sloeback, crowblack, fishing boat bobbing sea”. One day I was in Wally Heider Studios in SF, recording “Abraxas” with Santana. Creedence Clearwater was recording there as well. David had booked the big room downstairs, and word was going around how these sessions were becoming rather epic. Neil Young, Jack Casady, Jorma, Grace Slick, Jerry Garcia and other members of the Dead, and oh, Joni Mitchell.
At some point Croz learned we were recording upstairs and came upstairs and asked myself and Gregg Rolie to come downstairs and play. We went down and entered the room, and the strong and pungent smell of really good pot, and incense, combined with the red, dimmed lighting, and Indian fabrics, letting you know that you were in a high class hippy vibe recording room. We played and it was such a different vibe than Santana, of course. It really felt like hippy music to me. It was so open, and cozy, so floaty! It felt strange, to be honest. It was an honor to be playing with these folks, of course. Garcia was always a welcome, uplifting presence.
Later in life, David had a realistic approach to life, knowing that he had escaped death more than several times, and he made the most of, recording some of his best material in his late 70’s. He squeezed the most out his artistic life and, just two weeks ago was talking about going back on the road. I saw some of those shows, and the shows with Graham Nash They were all magnificent. Here’s to you, my friend, my brother. I’m going smoke a big fat one now in honor of you, while listening to your music.
"DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT.
OLD AGE SHOULD BURN AND RAVE AT CLOSE OF DAY;
RAGE, RAGE, RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT.
THOUGH WISE MEN AT THEIR END KNOW DARK IS RIGHT
BECAUSE THEIR WORDS HAD FORKED NO LIGHTENING, THEY
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT.
Thank you for sharing!
