After we watched Jakob Dylan's documentary "Echo in the Canyon" last night, I haven't stopped revisiting hits from the Laurel Canyon scene of the late 60's. For music fans and players, LA would have been a terrific place to be back then.
Its wild looking at these MTV videos in context of the revisionist view of the whole era as completely bogus. Still loved it though.
Stirring manly music for Saturday housecleaning duties from a two CD compilation of Peter Dawson's performances.
Just arrived. Her Atlantic singles in glorious mono. This is so dammed great, I’m into playing it through a second time. It was featured recently in The New Yorker, and as my wife grumbles, “Of course you had to buy it”.