quinta-feira, 20 de agosto de 2015

Grateful Dead live at Springfield Creamery 8/27/1972 (Full Audio)



Looking back on those performances by The Warlocks and the Grateful Dead, is there a moment that jumps out at you?
Ken Babbs - Well, the classic one I think about all the time is “Dark Star” in 1972 out on the Creamery Field Trip [8/27/72]. That was unbelievable; there will never be anything like that again. The day, the acid, the music, everything—the heat! 
http://www.relix.com/articles/detail/how_the_warlocks_passed_the_acid_test

Grateful Dead - Sunshine Daydream, (DVD), Old Renaissance Faire Grounds,...



Looking back on those performances by The Warlocks and the Grateful Dead, is there a moment that jumps out at you?
Ken Babbs - Well, the classic one I think about all the time is “Dark Star” in 1972 out on the Creamery Field Trip [8/27/72]. That was unbelievable; there will never be anything like that again. The day, the acid, the music, everything—the heat! The guitars were all warped. We shot a hell of a movie! When we went to go show it to them, they all bitched and said that their guitars were out of tune, and they did not want it out there. I was like, “Shit...” [Laughs.]
http://www.relix.com/articles/detail/how_the_warlocks_passed_the_acid_test

Dark Star 49:58

domingo, 16 de agosto de 2015

"Twelve Thirty" The Mamas & The Papas



I used to live in New York City;
Everything there was dark and dirty.
Outside my window was a steeple
With a clock that always said twelve-thirty.
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
And in the mornings I can see them walking.
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
And I can't keep myself from talking.
At first so strange to feel so friendly -
To say good morning and really mean it -
To feel these changes happening in me,
But not to notice till I feel it.
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
And in the mornings I can see them walking.
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
And I can't keep myself from talking.
Cloudy waters cast no reflection;
Images of beauty lie there stagnant.
Vibrations bounce in no direction,
And lie there shattered into fragments.
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
(Young girls are in the canyon)
And in the mornings I can see them walking.
(In the mornings I can see them walking)
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
(Can no longer keep my blinds drawn)
And I can't keep myself from talking...