Text by Bruce Gallanther (DMG Newsletter for February 16th, 2023) Photograph of The Byrds (1965): http://www.drb-fans.com/pre-drb.html, Copyright : Sony Music Entertainment, 1965 (then CBS, Inc.)
“Eight Miles High” written by Gene Clark, Jim McGuinn & David Crosby. Released as a single on March 14, 1966. Performed by The Byrds, from their Fifth Dimension LP,
Eight miles high, and when you touch down You’ll find that it’s stranger than known Signs in the street, that say where you’re going Are somewhere just being their own Nowhere is there warmth to be found Among those afraid of losing their ground Rain gray town, known for its sound In places, small faces unbound Round the squares, huddled in storms Some laughing, some just shapeless forms Sidewalk scenes, and black limousines Some living, some standing alone
Text by Bruce Gallanther (DMG Newsletter for December 2nd, 2022)
“The Weight” by The Band, from Music from Big Pink, released in 1968
I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin’ about half past dead I just need some place where I can lay my head “Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?” He just grinned and shook my hand, “No” was all he said
Text by Bruce Gallanther (Downtown Music Gallery, November 4th, 2022)
“Blow your harmonica, son!” says Uncle Frank Z.
Up until the time I was 13, when I bought the first album by the Mothers of Invention, titled Freak-Out!, I never really questioned the fact that the U.S. was called “the land of the free & the home of the brave”. The concept of “Freedom” always appealed to me but I never considered how much we were being manipulated into believing that things that are not really the truth of what is actually going on around us. Protest music/songs by Bob Dylan, PF Sloan’s “The Eve of Destruction” and “Trouble Every Day” by the Mothers often made me reconsider my view of what is just and what is unfair or just not right. I’ve shed many skins and worn many hats over time: being a hippie in the sixties, being a proghead in the seventies, being a hard-core punk in the eighties and then discarding all of those pigeonholes as I got older to become a Wise Old Man (sometimes) in my post millenium Golden Years.