In 1969, the vaunted music scene in San Francisco was descending to earth like so many purple orchids at a Moby Grape signing party. The Grateful Dead were in the process of getting ripped off by their manager, Country Joe & the Fish had lost their mojo, Janis Joplin had left Big Brother, Tracy Nelson of Mother Earth was having trouble “living with the animals,” and the Grape’s Skip Spence had taken a sabbatical in a mental hospital. Only the Jefferson Airplane still espoused the Timothy Leary ideal of acid and togetherness–and Leary was on his way to jail. Even John Fogerty of Creedence, whose year rivaled the Beatles, was complaining everyplace looked like “Lodi” to him. Ironically, as Steve Miller pronounced, for a music fan it was a great time to be “Living in the USA.”
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By the Time We Got to Woodstock, Part IV: If You’re Leaving San Francisco
One Response to By the Time We Got to Woodstock, Part IV: If You’re Leaving San Francisco
Hail Your Pollockness,
As you’re clearly a man who oozes music I wondered if you fancied gettin’ on your scuba gear and divin’ down, down, deeper and down with me into the murky music waters under the itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny tip of the rock iceberg? You can get into the whole gig at http://www.rockmusicblog.co.uk – a trawl thru the obscure sock drawer of rock.
May your stylus gather no dust,
Keef