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Before Vietnam, being a conscientious objector who performed over public service was a respectable thing to do.
One of my favorite bands from way back when - they would play at dance halls around the Puget Sound area. Used to watch them on Lloyd Thaxton and “Where the Action is” after school. They also did a great version of “Louie Louie”.
There was a local band (Portland OR) that was like the AAA minor league band from which The Raiders got new/replacement members (such as Jim Vallet aka “Fang”)
They were called Don and the Goodtimes and wore uniforms similarly (three cornered hats) as well.
I recall many night (as a 14 year old) standing up by the stage at the local Sons of Norway Club dance floor listening to them. Which might explain why I can’t listen to much now (am age 62) !!
http://pnwbands.com/goodtimes.html
Took away our native tongue, And taught their English to our young... Though I wear a shirt and tie, I'm still part red man deep inside....as if learning English is a bad thing! And why be a "red man" when you can be an American.
For some reason, I always conflate the Raiders and the Monkees in my mind. Don’t know why.....
That’s a great video of “Kicks,” which is just about my favorite Paul Revere & the Raiders tune. I assume that the song is about a cat.
Remember watching ‘Where the Action Is” very well. Even liked Freddy Boom-Boom Cannon. Also remember watching Hootenany and another similar show prior to that time. Used to have the Raider’s Greatest Hits Album.
I saw this band in person in 1966 and noticed how clumsy the lead singer, Mark Linday, was. The man had no grace in his movements on stage, none at all. The voice was pretty mediocre, too.
They’re still touring, although Mark Lindsay isn’t with them any longer. https://www.facebook.com/paulrevereraiders?ref=ts&fref=ts
In the summer of 1966, my father had completed a year working for the Department of Defense Dependent Schools in Germany, and we were scheduled to return home to suburban Los Angeles. However, a strike by machinists early in the summer had grounded most of the major airlines. As the date of our scheduled departure in early August neared, and the walkout dragged on, we grew worried that we might be stranded in Europe. However, we found a flight to New York on an outfit called Trans-Caribbean Airlines, but were uncertain as to how to proceed from there.
After two days in New York City, we found a flight to Dallas and decided to take it, even though it only took us part of the way home. While in Dallas, I walked a few blocks from our hotel to Dealey Plaza to look at certain warehouse used to store school books that had been in the news about three years previously. At the time, it was apparently still being used as a warehouse.
After three days in Dallas, we finally found a flight to LA on a regional carrier, serving mostly Southern destinations, called Delta Airlines.
When "The Great Airplane Strike" came out shortly afterwards, my brother made sure to buy a copy to add to his growing collection of pop hits.