#the byrds
The byrds, Turn, turn, turn (1965)
Magic Mountain Music Festival, on Mount Tamalpais, California, June 1967. Photo by Henry Diltz
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Alex Chilton in Greenwich Village, 1970. [Michael O'Brien, photo]
THE BYRDS - ‘HAVE YOU SEEN HER FACE’
Columbia, 1967
Por razões de umbiguite de calendário (afinal nasci nesse ano) sempre dediquei alguma atenção aos sons de 1967. Na verdade é um ano determinante na história da cultura pop com uma série de discos, do Sg. Peppers dos Beatles a Piper at The Gates of Dawn, dos Pink Floyd, da estreia dos Doors ao belíssimo Forever Changes dos Love marcantes a registar. Entre os melhores do ano conta-se Younger Than Yesterday, dos Byrds. Este foi o terceiro single extraído desse álbum e apesar de não ter gerado qualquer fenómeno na época, com o tempo ganhou o sabor de coisa clássica.
The third single from The Byrds’ Younger Than Yesterday album. Another landmark from 1967.
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The Byrds at their creative apex.
There are some songs that, the first time you hear them, feel like finding a room in your childhood home that you never knew existed. They hit you in that sweet spot of nostalgia and light that anyone who’s a serious music fan has felt just a handful of times.
This one, erstwhile Byrd Gene Clark’s ‘American Dreamer’, is one of those. It comes from the documentary of the same name about Dennis Hopper. The doc is something else (it’s on youtube) – pretty much 80 minutes of Hopper (fresh off of 'Easy Rider’) sprouting his personal M.O while wandering around. Sounds tripped out and is. But is also riveting. The soundtrack is sublime, made up of Clark cuts and other same vein cosmic folk, and the whole enterprise is a deft picture of the American Cinema system in the '70s.
1:57 of modern day high lonesome moan that sounds great just about anytime the sun is rising or setting, just about anywhere to anyone here in American.
