Oh, you had to bring up the Moody Blues, didn't you.

Now, I'll be pining over the memory of a particular ex-girlfriend for the rest of the week...

LOL, a younger, softer, gentler and kinder joeyd999 - I'll email you a box of tissues for this one...

 

Oh, you had to bring up the Moody Blues, didn't you.

Now, I'll be pining over the memory of a particular ex-girlfriend for the rest of the week...

Lol! ... what can I say? ... a man's first love is unforgettable...

 

It's difficult to keep a good beat on the E and A string. Loved the words to Pancho and Lefty.

kv

 

I've always known... all it takes is the right song at the right moment:

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smar...ens-brain-when-music-causes-chills-180959481/

These reactions are known as frissons—an aesthetic chill also sometimes called a “skin orgasm,” Mitchell Colver, doctoral student at Utah State University, writes for The Conversation. Though they are usually associated with listening to music, some can even get the willies while looking at art or watching a movie.

 

This is more rock than blues, but I was thinking about what little music I had to see and hear, in contrast to just hear when I was young. Way back when, you either went to a live concert, or you watched what you could on what TV there was. Many times it was positively atrocious because the artists were often not actually playing the music.

They were blatant about it - no cords on those guitars (and this was waaaayyyyy earlier then any wireless stuff). In fact, I think it was intentional on the part of the recording industry. They did not want you to hear a live version - they wanted you to buy the record that sounded just like what you heard on TV. It used to really piss me off because it seemed so fake.

I ran across this Jefferson Airplane performance on the Dick Clark Show (a perpetual offender in that regard). Check out the bass player's guitar - he wrapped all these cords around the neck...just in case there was any doubt - nice touch.

But there were exceptions.

Moby Grape on Mike Douglas

Janis Joplin on Dick Cavett

and my favorite Hendrix on Cavett...notice how small the amplifier is that they gave him to use...and he stills sound great!

 

Moby Grape

This is more rock than blues, but I was thinking about what little music I had to see and hear, in contrast to just hear when I was young. Way back when, you either went to a live concert, or you watched what you could on what TV there was. Many times it was positively atrocious because the artists were often not actually playing the music.

They were blatant about it - no cords on those guitars (and this was waaaayyyyy earlier then any wireless stuff). In fact, I think it was intentional on the part of the recording industry. They did not want you to hear a live version - they wanted you to buy the record that sounded just like what you heard on TV. It used to really piss me off because it seemed so fake.

I ran across this Jefferson Airplane performance on the Dick Clark Show (a perpetual offender in that regard). Check out the bass player's guitar - he wrapped all these cords around the neck...just in case there was any doubt - nice touch.

My mum (whose singing always did impress me as being comparable in quality and precision to Grace Slick's voice) and her friends were all groupies of those very bands back in those days (Jefferson Airplane and Moby Grape) and right up through my birth would sit in on their concerts. She told me that at some of the Jefferson Airplane's live TV appearances certain vocals and guitar seemed to be "piped", although never at the clubs they played.

Who knows, maybe that's why that sort of music resonates with me so much. The polished stuff they pawn off as music today is mostly just phony emotionalism. The old stuff had a heart beat that was unmistakably organic and sincere, much better medicine for the human heart than that neurotic crap you hear on the radio these days.

 

Moby Grape

My mum (whose singing always did impress me as being comparable in quality and precision to Grace Slick's voice) and her friends were all groupies of those very bands back in those days (Jefferson Airplane and Moby Grape) and right up through my birth would sit in on their concerts. She told me that at some of the Jefferson Airplane's live TV appearances certain vocals and guitar seemed to be "piped", although never at the clubs they played.

Who knows, maybe that's why that sort of music resonates with me so much. The polished stuff they pawn off as music today is mostly just phony emotionalism. The old stuff had a heart beat that was unmistakably organic and sincere, much better medicine for the human heart than that neurotic crap you hear on the radio these days.

I am surprised that Moby Grape never had much impact. They were at Monterrey I think and maybe they broke up quickly.

I have always been fond of female vocalists, and I still don't know how I feel about Grace Slick. Powerful? Unquestionably. She could probably break crystal - but limited range, very limited range. Still some of that early stuff was just so good, it was hard to dislike any of it.

Odd as it sounds, I think Linda Ronstadt had one of the best voices of her time. Absolute pity that MS took it away.

Edited to add: Linda Ronstadt has Parkinson's disease and not MS as I originally stated.

 

They were at Monterrey I think and maybe they broke up quickly.

Did you mean Monterey, or Monterrey?

 

Did you mean Monterey, or Monterrey?

But it's not my fault I claim millennial excuse and blame the spell checker

 

But it's not my fault I claim millennial excuse and blame the spell checker

There's a song by Sinatra with the lyrics "It happened, in Monterrey" ... I always wondered which of the two cities the song was referring to.... since it mentions "Mexican guitars"

 

There's a song by Sinatra with the lyrics "It happened, in Monterrey" ... I always wondered which of the two cities the song was referring to.... since it mentions "Mexican guitars"

Hate to go all Wiki on you, but...

"Though the lyrics refer to the city of Monterrey in "Old Mexico",[6] the song title was misspelled, leading to popular references to the city of Monterey, California"

...and at the time there was no blaming the spell checker

 

...and at the time there was no blaming the spell checker

Sure people blamed the spell checker back then. My dad was in advertising and wrote all kinds of copy and whenever an error got through (or was created) he always blamed his spell checker - her name was Sue.

 

Sure people blamed the spell checker back then. My dad was in advertising and wrote all kinds of copy and whenever an error got through (or was created) he always blamed his spell checker - her name was Sue.

 

It'll be a sad day for music the day when Clapton finally retires:

http://www.cnn.com/2018/01/12/entertainment/eric-clapton-deaf/index.html

"I mean, I'm going deaf, I've got tinnitus, my hands just about work"

 

It'll be a sad day for music the day when Clapton finally retires:

http://www.cnn.com/2018/01/12/entertainment/eric-clapton-deaf/index.html

Let the man rest. He's recorded enough music that you could make a career listening to it.

Besides, how many times have you seen him live?

 

Let the man rest. He's recorded enough music that you could make a career listening to it.

Besides, how many times have you seen him live?

You mean live as right up there in the flesh in front of me? ... sadly, never ...

 

Let the man rest. He's recorded enough music that you could make a career listening to it.

Besides, how many times have you seen him live?

I've seen him live four times. He sounds much better in studio recordings. He's good and I had a good time but I don't understand the legendary status so many people give him. There is a decent documentary on him on Showtime (November 2017). Eric Clapton, Life in 12 Bars

 

I don't understand the legendary status...

He doesn't use an autotune. That's good enough for me...

 

He doesn't use an autotune. That's good enough for me...

Pretty low bar but that's your call.

 

Pretty low bar but that's your call.

Eye of the beholder, and all that.