Triad, David Crosby
And so Thursday rolls around for another week, looking all sexy and oiled up. That’s your Thursday. It’s a deeply sensual day, so unzip your trousers, turn the desk fan around, and allow the cool breeze to blow directly into your eyes. Today, ex-Byrds man David Crosby sing of his deep love for a beautiful woman… and her friend.
Hey man, it’s some people pretending to be hippies
Nothing sticks in the craw more than missing out on a cool party. You might have been sick in bed, or perhaps you just weren’t invited. Still, don’t mope around whining, get on with your life, soldier. Let it go. And do not, under any circumstances, attempt to recreate the amazing party, because it definitely won’t be the same, and you’ll invariably end up looking like a plonker. Take the Summer of Love in 1967, for example. The Beatles were there from the start with their hairy sideboards and little spectacles, brandishing Sergeant Pepper. Hendrix, The Who, Janis Joplin, and Jefferson Airplane all gave a kick-ass show at the legendary Monterey Pop Festival. And The Rolling Stones pretty much missed the lot. Sensing that they might have just failed to catch a very important flowery train, they hurriedly threw together this album, just in time for December 1967 – the winter of the Summer of Love, if you like. Awash with songs about crazy futuristic people, rainbows, and citadels, the cover shows the five band members dressed up like technicolor druids in a magical land – their way of saying “sorry we’re late world, we’ve been tripping on mushies… being as we’re far out and everything!” Unfortunately, as a statement of hippydom, it’s up there with putting on a bowler hat and telling the world you’re a cowboy. Unconvincing.
Enjoy one of the cuts from the record after the jump…
The Monkees, Circle Sky
Rutger Hauer. What the hell can you get Rutger Hauer for his 65th birthday? The guy’s The Hitcher for goodness sake, he’s been there, seen it, done that, got this, had that, eaten this, discovered that, rubbed those, touched this, licked that, and prodded the other. We debated long into the night, polishing off around three bottles of the good stuff, before deciding it was a toss up between a brilliant Monkees track, or a lifetime’s supply of ink. In the end we simply had to get him both. Happy Birthday baddie from Blade Runner!
Wow, singer has other talent
These days, singers are more commonly known as “artistes”, and it’s no surprise should you find Jennifer Lopez not only singing a mediocre pop song, but also appearing in a poor/mediocre film, and possibly penning some kind of book. She is, of course, just an example. The same theory could be applied to practically anyone – it’s only a matter of time before Duffy crops up in a Mike Leigh film, or Howard from Take That writes the great British novel. But, before everything became so absurd, the popular song writer Joni Mitchell was already proving to be quite the multi-talent. Not only could she pen impressive songs about big yellow taxis, but she was a dab hand at caricatures as well. Above is her impressive doodle for Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young‘s 1974 compilation record. Bravo, Joni. Bravo.
Enjoy their music after the jump…
Zach Galifianakis and Michael Cera
It’s the age old question – what can you buy a hippy dippy folk singer who’s about to turn 68? We couldn’t decide between a funny interview clip, or some nail varnish remover from Boots, so, in the end, we got her both. Happy Birthday, Ms Baez!