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Watchin' for the rain
The reflection of your picture
Against my window pane
But just the same
I'm playin' my game
And I guess you're playin' it too
Go ahead and play it on through
The times we had together
It was sunny every day
Now it's cloudy every morning
And it stays that way all day
But just the same
I'm playin' my game
And I guess you're playin' it too
Go ahead and play it on through
I was sitting by the window
Watchin' for the rain
I thought you were beside me
Just like before the rain
But just the same
I'm playin' my game
And I guess you're playin' it too
Go ahead and play it on through
I had this in the car CD player last week. Incredible album—tho' this is one of its odder cuts, uncharacteristically hippie-dippie. Contrast with, for instance, "Hey, Grandma!", "Omaha", and "805." Great album.
Edit re Bill's post-track commentary. This wasn't a San Francisco band per se. Skip Spence was the only indigenous musician, having been Jefferson Airplane's original drummer. The rest were highly talented ringers from Seattle and Southern California brought in by entrepreneur/hustler Matthew Katz for the expressed purpose of making a killer, money-making album, which they did.
Two ancillary points. First, no, not all the "San Francisco" bands of that era (ca. 1966-70) were indigenous. The Steve Miller Band and Sir Douglas Quintet were from Texas; The Youngbloods from New York; and the Butterfield Blues Band from Chicago. Second, regardless of their manufactured pedigree and subsequent crash-and-burn, Moby Grape produced one hellacious album. Only the truly xenophobic—yes, even hippies acted very strangely at times (an understatement, no?)—objected to the Grape's origins. The music was simply too good.
and Carlos Santana from TJ
Good ol' hippy sh*t! Those were the days! Peace!
"In days of old,
when pot was gold,
and we'd never heard of disco,
we shook our behinds,
and blew our minds,
and trucked on out to Frisco!"
Cheers toterola!!! : )
Good ol' hippy sh*t! Those were the days! Peace!
"In days of old,
when pot was gold,
and we'd never heard of disco,
we shook our behinds,
and blew our minds,
and trucked on out to Frisco!"
Power!Good ol' hippy sh*t! Those were the days! Peace!
"In days of old,
when pot was gold,
and we'd never heard of disco,
we shook our behinds,
and blew our minds,
and trucked on out to Frisco!"
8:05 is the best!
Edit re Bill's post-track commentary. This wasn't a San Francisco band per se. Skip Spence was the only indigenous musician, having been Jefferson Airplane's original drummer. The rest were highly talented ringers from Seattle and Southern California brought in by entrepreneur/hustler Matthew Katz for the expressed purpose of making a killer, money-making album, which they did.
Two ancillary points. First, no, not all the "San Francisco" bands of that era (ca. 1966-70) were indigenous. The Steve Miller Band and Sir Douglas Quintet were from Texas; The Youngbloods from New York; and the Butterfield Blues Band from Chicago. Second, regardless of their manufactured pedigree and subsequent crash-and-burn, Moby Grape produced one hellacious album. Only the truly xenophobic—yes, even hippies acted very strangely at times (an understatement, no?)—objected to the Grape's origins. The music was simply too good.
esotericderek wrote:
I'm not sure you and I are experienceing the same reality.
You are right... we are not. Mine is an extension of my own values and history, preferences and perspectives.
Yours is, well, yours. I like mine better
Thanks for the memory RP. Hadn't thought of that in, oh, maybe 54 years.