Crosby, Stills, & Nash
Here are some damn hippies. When you were out running in the rat race, these lucky bastards were playing guitars, smoking weed, growing their hair long, and stealing your girlfriend. Or trying to, anyway. Sure, they were freaks and weirdos, outsiders and losers, even anti-war protesters...but they made some good tunes.

They're easy to poke fun at now (What does a deadhead say when he runs out of pot? This music sucks!) and sure they were naive and utopian, but maybe they deserve a little respect for escaping the lock-step conformity of their time and having some joi d'vivre back when you were still wearing white belts and feathering your hair, back when you thought Tricia Nixon was hot. Own your lameness. For just a moment, transcend...kick off your shoes, light a banana, and groove along with these crazy hippies!

The Dead
2 comments:
This is hilarious--I remember having long hair in the midwest and people would slow down their cars and hurl insults at me, but when you saw a hippie van, it was peace signs all around.
Hey, the music still sounds good to me!
That sounds familiar. I think the music sounds great, too. When I've put down the Dead it's because of their lengthy tuning before songs, and their "noodling." When they are "on" and that X factor is kicking in, they can be a wonderful band. I think this clip is extraordinary. They weren't a slick, "professional" outfit that did the same thing every night--they were flying on inspiration and some sort of magic, and that was great to see when it worked.
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