9 Replies to “We’re Putting The Band Back Together”

  1. So … my grandson just turned 6 and had a birthday party this weekend. One of his favorite gifts from a friend was a big block number 67. Yeah, that’s a thing in his kindergarten … 6-7 … aka so-so … meh. Kindergarteners already jaded nihilists at age 6 … facepalm.

    Ironically I was in 6th and 7th grade straddling the year 1967 … and let me tell you the year in music was ANYTHING but so-so … and CREAM was one of the most significant reasons why.

    https://youtu.be/qpJGKFW_yHQ?si=jgV8DPCM-91zFvU6

    What’s not to like about Clapton and band going full psychedelic with wah-wah guitar and psychedelic lyrical imagery of the Illiad and Odessey (which we were reading in 7th grade). Imagine what it felt like to be a young man coming of age in 1967 … in the Bay Area still clinging on to the summer of love … with a soundtrack provided by CREAM. It was anything but 6’s and 7’s … it was heaven. It may be the reason I had a BALL in middle school while so many kids seem to struggle.

    I recall Robert asking what we considered the greatest single song of the rock era (an impossible task) … but I seem to recall choosing “Sunshine of your Love” as my #1 song. I haven’t really thought of an improved response … although I should probably have chosen a psychedelic masterpiece as is my usual preference.

    ” Tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers “ whooaaaaaaaahhhhhhh. Duuuuuudddddeeee

    2. Oh my! Another ‘Ginger’ on the drums! And she’s bloody fantastic!

      https://youtu.be/E7274jWRL1I?si=JhXC4cuwaXzKshPx

      My only critique is that she’s too much shorter than Baker … so she strikes the rims too much along with the tom toms… and her cymbals aren’t quite tuned like Baker’s. But love her double footed bass drum work.

      1. Agreed. Loved the comments too.

        BTW … we didn’t throw rocks at each other, but had mudball wars while taking shelter in our underground forts with plywood roofs covered in dirt. Anyone who “accidentally” embedded a rock in their mudball was banished from the “war”.

        Of course the roofs could have caved in and smothered 2 or 3 kids to death … which is why we cautiously monitored the supporting edges of the plywood and the amount of plywood deflection. Some real world empirical engineering.

          1. Agreed … an overlooked gem of an lp. I adore Nature’s Way.

            Speaking of the greatest year ever in rock history … 1971. OK … the Spirit lp was 1970 … close enough. I heard this nice tune on my DEEP 1970’s cuts streaming radio station today. The Edgar Broughton Band – Evening Over Rooftops

            https://youtu.be/JLU4cFkIPd4?si=IjTW0ckJyLQBkTan

            LOVE this tune … and it even reminds me a bit of the Spirit vibe. Yeah The Broughton bros. were quite the political band … but I must say … this is perhaps the most intense poetic … angry … anti Vietnam War song ever. Ironically … they had a song about how awful Nixon was … yet … it was Nixon who put an end to the VietNam war. Oh well … artists aren’t always the brightest bulbs … witness the Grammy’s.

            Sorry … this is long … but it’s rather poignant

            The air was thick like honey
            Looking from a room
            The room had open windows
            To let this springtime through

            Evening stood by watchin’
            At the side of summer’s promise
            The flowers in her garden
            Were the envy of her friends

            How far are we from dying
            Is it nearly at an end?
            How far are we from dying
            Is it nearly at an end?

            The smoke hung on the skyline
            The city fell in silence
            The sunset, ripe and mellow
            Was the light to write some thoughts by

            Her children watched for father
            From a window in the wall
            Said a prayer for grandpapa
            And maybe many more

            Somewhere in the distance
            On the road so far away
            I heard the sound of life
            Though the people left for home

            Three birds flew off a building
            Standing proud against the sky
            Many more flew with them
            Spiralled up like laughter

            Faster, harder
            They rose up in a column
            Hundreds upon hundreds
            And twice that many wingspeed

            Four miles across
            Stretched a million miles high
            The living pulsing column
            In the lady of the sky

            Feathers thrashed together
            Locked in that huge swarm
            I knew no-one could see it
            And now that it was gone

            I rubbed my eyes and tried to find
            A reason for the flight
            Exodus, escape
            Or was it just for me to see?

            Like the mating of the earth and air
            Like water is to flowers
            The envy of her friends
            How far are we from dying, is it nearly at an end?

            How far are we from dying
            Is it nearly at an end?
            How far are we from dying
            Is it nearly at an end?…

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