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Tell me you're old without telling me you're old

Keep on Trucking!
Oddly enough this song (probably not related, but who knows) was running through my mind for several days last week.

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Great production on that thing.



edit: maybe it was related.
The notes say: "Kendricks knew that it was a hit right from the title, as trucking was a dance move embraced by his older fans".
And sure enough, on the Soul Train clip, there's some people kicking their foot up. 1973, so probably written just before that, the timing is right.
(kinda blurry, though in the freeze grab)
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Oddly enough this song (probably not related, but who knows) was running through my mind for several days last week.

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Great production on that thing.



edit: maybe it was related.
The notes say: "Kendricks knew that it was a hit right from the title, as trucking was a dance move embraced by his older fans".
And sure enough, on the Soul Train clip, there's some people kicking their foot up. 1973, so probably written just before that, the timing is right.
(kinda blurry, though in the freeze grab)
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Here too!

 
Here too!


Crazy... I'd totally forgotten about that song, even though I had and really liked the album.
But with the first notes, that song came flooding back.
Papa John Creach!

Water Song is the one that still runs through mind, unbidden.
Casady's bass....buzzing along over and under Jorma's twisting lines.
A landmark.
 
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That got me me to thinking about how there are sometimes just feelings in the air.
Zeitgeist, whatever, you can't really explain it.
There was a feeling in the air in those years, in certain places, listening to those Hot Tuna songs brought it back, and images, of places, someone's house, concerts, co-ops. Whatever it is, is tangible. And pretty much gone completely now.

Three other songs rose up in the Magic 8 Ball of memory, one after the other.
Similar feeling, turns out they all came out of the same year.

How in the heck does that work, the zeitgeist thing...that feeling in the air?
At this age, from memory, the late 50s-early sixties had a distinct feeling, the mid 60s, another, the late 60s-early 70s another distinctly different feeling.
And the music reflects the zeitgeist, it reflects the collective social atmosphere.
There's quite I few I'd go back to, just to be there for a while.

(And in mind, an image of a record store called Music Millenium. The light coming in the window, 1972, late afternoon.)





 
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Ever watch Crumb?

iu

Just.
Wow.
Yep!
Made the trip down to the theater when it came out years ago.. There was a sort of content warning at the beginning
that stated some people may find the content to be "disturbing". We looked over at each other, and laughed it off, OK ya sure..disturbing, haha.
~By the end of the movie, our jaws were on the floor, and we were NOT laughing~😲
 
That got me me to thinking about how there are sometimes just feelings in the air.
Zeitgeist, whatever, you can't really explain it.
There was a feeling in the air in those years, in certain places, listening to those Hot Tuna songs brought it back, and images, of places, someone's house, concerts, co-ops. Whatever it is, is tangible. And pretty much gone completely now.

Three other songs rose up in the Magic 8 Ball of memory, one after the other.
Similar feeling, turns out they all came out of the same year.

How in the heck does that work, the zeitgeist thing...that feeling in the air?
At this age, from memory, the late 50s-early sixties had a distinct feeling, the mid 60s, another, the late 60s-early 70s another distinctly different feeling.
And the music reflects the zeitgeist, it reflects the collective social atmosphere.
There's quite I few I'd go back to, just to be there for a while.

(And in mind, an image of a record store called Music Millenium. The light coming in the window, 1972, late afternoon.)






That has been my record store for decades! 😍 I used to go there on Burnside, when it was where the Classical record store was. Bought my first Zappa album that had been released, “Freak Out,” there with my little kid's lawn mowing money. I bought it because of the cover; it looked “Hippie” and “Psychedelic " to me, boy, was I wrong 🤣 But it started my love affair with Zappa music 😊

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I remember my first time there, there were two hippies outside on that log bench that used to be there, smoking a joint. I knew at that moment, this was the place. I also bought my Zap and Trashman comics there too 😍

It started where this Piggly Wiggly shop was in this very old picture…

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Good times ✌️ 😊
 
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That has been my record store for decades! 😍 I used to go there on Burnside, when it was where the Classical record store was. Bought my first Zappa album that had been released, “Freak Out,” there with my little kid's lawn mowing money. I bought it because of the cover; it looked “Hippie” and “Psychedelic " to me, boy, was I wrong 🤣 But it started my love affair with Zappa music 😊

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I remember my first time there, there were two hippies outside on that log bench that used to be there, smoking a joint. I knew at that moment, this was the place. I also bought my Zap and Trashman comics there too 😍

It started where this Piggly Wiggly shop was in this very old picture…

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Good times ✌️ 😊
THAT is the one! The one on Burnside.
Yep, the log bench, all that old woodwork on the inside, all the paraphernalia.
We'd get loaded on the drive to the store. A different era.
An incredible feeling inside, selection, knowledgeable staff.
I lived downriver in Longview, and probably first went there in about 1970.
When I worked the mill, I would drive down every Saturday after paycheck day and get albums, through the mid seventies when I moved north. I'd still go there over the later years when I was in the Portland area.
Along with a store called Cellophane Square in Seattle,two of the best record stores I ever frequented. (Though Seattle had some good ones in the 80s/90s). Seems like in the stores in those days, there was always a stereo, and the staff would play albums, just put them on the turntable, you'd get turned onto a lot of good stuff depending on who was working that day and what they played.
 
THAT is the one! The one on Burnside.
Yep, the log bench, all that old woodwork on the inside, all the paraphernalia.
We'd get loaded on the drive to the store. A different era.
An incredible feeling inside, selection, knowledgeable staff.
I lived downriver in Longview, and probably first went there in about 1970.
When I worked the mill, I would drive down every Saturday after paycheck day and get albums, through the mid seventies when I moved north. I'd still go there over the later years when I was in the Portland area.
Along with a store called Cellophane Square in Seattle,two of the best record stores I ever frequented. (Though Seattle had some good ones in the 80s/90s). Seems like in the stores in those days, there was always a stereo, and the staff would play albums, just put them on the turntable, you'd get turned onto a lot of good stuff depending on who was working that day and what they played.
Remember the dentist/barber chair they had/have that had little speakers mounted on either side of your head as you sat in it. You could have them play an album you were interested in and sit there and listen to it 😍 They use headphones now instead of the little speakers, which I kinda liked better but the headphones do cut down on the ambient noise.
 
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Here too!



Crazy... I'd totally forgotten about that song, even though I had and really liked the album.
But with the first notes, that song came flooding back.
Papa John Creach!

Water Song is the one that still runs through mind, unbidden.
Casady's bass....buzzing along over and under Jorma's twisting lines.
A landmark.

Although they kept going for many years after, that album was pretty much their apex, with “Truckin” as close to a mainstream hit that they ever had. So funny that a song from the early 70’s was essentially a 30’s Piedmont/Hokum blues tune, and Robert Johnson’s “They’re Red Hot” is fairly identical.

I remember this ad, in Rolling Stone probably…
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…quoting the prominent but curious lyrics. At the time, young naive me had no idea, but years later came to understand that it was referencing an aroma of arousal.



Then, the OG…



BTW, if you expand my icon pic(which I myself took at one of their shows), you’ll see Papa John’s shadow on Jack’s amp.
 
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Although they kept going for many years after, that album was pretty much their apex, with “Truckin” as close to a mainstream hit that they ever had. So funny that a song from the early 70’s was essentially a 30’s Piedmont/Hokum blues tune, and Robert Johnson’s “They’re Red Hot” is fairly identical.

I remember this ad, in Rolling Stone probably…
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…quoting the prominent but curious lyrics. At the time, young naive me had no idea, but years later came to understand that it was referencing an aroma of arousal.



Then, the OG…



BTW, if you expand my icon pic(which I myself took at one of their shows), you’ll see Papa John’s shadow on Jack’s amp.

My dad was an old Jazz musician who knew Papa John. We had him over to the house once when he passed through town 😊
 
THAT is the one! The one on Burnside.
Yep, the log bench, all that old woodwork on the inside, all the paraphernalia.
We'd get loaded on the drive to the store. A different era.
An incredible feeling inside, selection, knowledgeable staff.
I lived downriver in Longview, and probably first went there in about 1970.
When I worked the mill, I would drive down every Saturday after paycheck day and get albums, through the mid seventies when I moved north. I'd still go there over the later years when I was in the Portland area.
Along with a store called Cellophane Square in Seattle,two of the best record stores I ever frequented. (Though Seattle had some good ones in the 80s/90s). Seems like in the stores in those days, there was always a stereo, and the staff would play albums, just put them on the turntable, you'd get turned onto a lot of good stuff depending on who was working that day and what they played.
Oh man, Cellophane Square was rad. You'd almost always run into a band or someone from a band when you went in there.
Do you remember Silver Platters in Seattle? I think they're still open. The one in Bellevue was a killer place to shop for records back in the day along with Tower and Second Time Around.
Remember when Tower introduced the listening stations with the headphones at the Mercer location? We'd line up and wait our turn to spin a record and check it out.

-Mike
 
That has been my record store for decades! 😍 I used to go there on Burnside, when it was where the Classical record store was. Bought my first Zappa album that had been released, “Freak Out,” there with my little kid's lawn mowing money. I bought it because of the cover; it looked “Hippie” and “Psychedelic " to me, boy, was I wrong 🤣 But it started my love affair with Zappa music 😊

View attachment 7525753

I remember my first time there, there were two hippies outside on that log bench that used to be there, smoking a joint. I knew at that moment, this was the place. I also bought my Zap and Trashman comics there too 😍

It started where this Piggly Wiggly shop was in this very old picture…

View attachment 7525751

Good times ✌️ 😊
Freak Out was my music education. I had to check out all the composers listed inside the cover. Wouldn't have known about them otherwise.
 
Sure, I(barely)remember this…

Even in an era of unique songs, styles, and trends, it of course stood out.

And, in ensuing years, I caught bits and
pieces of the tale of the aftermath, and how things didn’t go well, but never really dwelled on it.

Maybe because I’d been checking out the Greek Orthodox Priest heavy metal guitarist, this came across my feed, just posted. Pretty reasonable account, but whew, after all is explained, what a bum trip…
 
Even in an era of unique songs, styles, and trends, it of course stood out.

Boy, I sure remember "Dominique". Most of us could even phonetically sing it in part, French or not, though didn't know what the words meant. And I remember nuns wearing habits, I think they all did back then. Classic black and white habits. Both my parents worked, there wasn't daycare back then the same way as now, and so nuns took care of some kids during the day from about age 3-5, at the chapel complex, they had a little convent next to it. German nuns, I forget which order. They were pretty strict. Like....really strict. So when the Singing Nun came along, it felt pretty familiar.

But man, what happened later.
Makes the scene in "Airplane" not as funny.
 
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