These are Keith Richards daughters. When they pass away he will inherit everything. (Allen Marshall)
Cass Elliot’s death at 32 really hurt. She was such a joyous, monumental talent. This collaboration with John Denver is one of the many gifts she left us. And the message she delivers before the song is more relevant now than ever before.
Keep a fire for the human race
And let your prayers go drifting into space
You never know will be coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
And just as easily, it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Don't let the uncertainty turn you around
(The world keeps turning around and around)
Go on and make a joyful sound
Nobody knows what kinds of trouble we’re in
Nobody seems to think it all might happen again
I just had to post this to cleanse my musical palate after watching that Corden/McCartney treacle the other day.
Kind of makes the MTV/VH1 thing all worthwhile
New classic Coltrane coming this month!
I’ve written before here about James Taylor’s early career, but this photo (taken a few days ago, after one of his concerts) reminded me of the time we saw Joni Mitchell introduce a young, strung-out (kicking a heroin habit) James Taylor at a basement “club” inside a parking garage that accommodated a couple hundred people, standing on a cold parking lot floor in December, off Commonwealth Avenue, near Boston University in 1970.
it was James’ first US appearance after returning from London, where he’d recorded his first album on The Beatles’ Apple label. The memory of how protective she was of his fragility that night, is why this photo moves me beyond description.
I know, I know. It’s not really like them. But these are different times, I love the song, and these two are pretty good too.
Gram Parsons was another casualty of the Sixties, dead of an overdose at 26 in 1973. But not before he wrote some amazing songs, and helped to broaden the scope of American music.
if you love rock and roll and rhythm and blues, and you’re ever in Memphis, you don’t want to miss this.
I probably listen to Bill Evans more than to any other jazz player. He wrote this gorgeous piece for his niece.
Remembering how good some of the music was in the mid to late 1950s,
Haven’t got time for the pain
Roger McGuinn and Gram Parsons, at The Boston Tea Party, February 1969 by Peter Simon