Posted on 04/17/2018 7:22:08 PM PDT by SamAdams76
“Folk” music was not getting any traction with youth by the late ‘60s”
Remember the great folk-music scare of the fifties? That crap nearly caught on. (Martin Mull and his Fabulous Furniture in Your Living Room)
Does anybody remember that “Skyrockets in Flight” song?
Yes, I specifically remember that late June afternoon when we drove past the fireworks stand with the blonde bending over the counter in her flag-themed halter top and cutoff denim shorts.
Just a couple weeks ago, as my brother lay on his deathbed and his breathing became much worse, the next 13 songs I heard on the radio (while driving to him) were specific reminders of the world of music he taught me, artists he introduced me to, the bands we had seen together and the music newspaper we had once published— all the way back to the first album we listened to stoned together (Spirit, “Life Has Just Begun”). The frosting on this memory cake was that as he passed, his wife whispered sweetly (the title to a favorite Dolby track), “I Love You, Goodbye.”
I wore out at least one Crime of the Century album, probably still in my top ten forever. Told a co-worker once that the two hits he knew from that album were the two worst songs on it. Probably liked “Rudy” best.
Had the unfortunate experiences of having to see REO numerous times (1973-1975) as headliner bested by Styx and as backup three times to oh-so-sweet, dual-lead-guitar inventors Wishbone Ash.
Okay, I’m jealous. I would have loved to see them live.
Their live recordings sound awesome. They were superb musicians, especially Hodgson’s guitar and Davies’ piano.
The piano on “Crime of the Century” is epic.
It was at Alpine Valley in East Troy WI in 1979. Breakfast in America tour. IIRC they finished with Crime of the Century.
Amazing bunch of performers. I was blessed.
Best,
L
I was 16 years old. I had just had my first, um, intense make out session with Chris Smith (talk about a safe name to share) and I was driving up 6th Avenue in Oakland Park, Florida, in my 1965 VW Bug. The window was rolled down, the breeze blowing through my hair, and Reminiscing by The Little River Band came on the radio. It was perfect.
In a moment of particular awareness, I thought at the time that I will never forget that moment.
I never have.
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