I heard this one at work today and it stumped me. I knew the song and melody from many listens on AM radio as a kid. But I had to Shazam it in order to remember it.
For its time and place -- 1969 America -- the song seems very out of time and place.
I remember it well. I was 11, and I had crush on a girl who's family and ours went fishing together on summer nights. Tall with long strawberry blond hair and a hint of freckles.
Warm summer nights sitting around a fire pretending that I was not entirely preoccupied with whether or not she looked at me just then. This song must have been playing, because as soon as it started, she came to mind. Never kissed her or even held her hand, but we had something. I just know she felt it too. Love will definately make you happy, with a little misery every now and then to prove to you that you do really care.
I never had such an association with that song, bagoh20. i think I just liked the melody.
But your story triggered a memory of a girl I crushed on all through grade school but never had the nerve to approach. By the time we got to high school, she was immediately snatched up by the upper classmen.
Oh, and thanks Chick. I enjoyed the flashback. As you know, it's hot and humid lately here in L.A., and it takes me back to those Western PA summer nights with fireflies everywhere, Dad with his case of Stoney's, home-caught nightcrawlers, dreams of big catfish, largemouth bass, and the mythical Northern Pike or Muskie. There was always a portable radio that took at least 8 D-cell batteries playing the pop music of that summer.
We would usually catch a stringer of fish, mostly bluegill, bass, and catfish, that we would take home and process via a family disassembly line in the kitchen.
In other news, I was approcched by a shop owner in Carlsbad who want to sell and market some of my plastic reality drinks. So I have to come up with a business plan.
I too miss fireflies. I was lucky enough to take my kids back to Wisconsin in the summer once when they were little. We chased fireflies and caught them in jars and then let them go.
In them thar days, everybody was full of love until somebody didn't see the world their way and then they were sub-humans, a term much in use on the Left.
This is why is don't get all goo-goo-eyed about the late 60s.
Ed, I think your view of the late 1960's is tainted by your age. You guys weren't everything. As a child (one very close to the local epicenter of hippiedom in Wisconsin), I thought the world was still ruled by grown-ups and old people in 1969. The youth movement was in full flower --especially its music, but they didn't really have any political power yet...not until the 26th Amendment in 1971 gave 18 year olds the vote. Even then, it only manifested first at the local level in 1972 and at the Presidential level in 1976.
Man, oh man. Everything I read about the Galaxy is how brilliant the thing is and how smooth it is to transfer, just tap phones together and boom, all the information is transferred in a touch.
Such bullshit.
Every single step of setting up this phone has been a nightmare. NIGHTMARE!
And it STILL cannot transfer iTunes music. It just cannot. No matter what anyone says online it cannot presently be done. No matter HOW many times you download and install the two programs they tell you to. It's fucked up.
I've spent hours today just getting set up and started. All of this biting the bullet is because Comcast are such bastards and Google is outrageous.
Then setting up the wifi hooked onto Xfinity. The very thing I"m trying to escape. Enter user name, enter password. The password for the router, not for the xfinity itself, then another for email. And then they REQUIRE a Google account.
At that late point after hours I told them I'm tempted to toss the thing out the window. I could NOT believe what I was hearing. I need Xfinity and their acccounts for wifi to work, I need Google account because all Androids go through Google, and that was NOT part of the understanding and agreement. And you need an account with Samsung as well. Just to get started. I'm too old for this horseshit when every word I read assures me the process is easy as pie. Just turn it on and viola! Not so.
At one point she said, "go to the Sprint store." And I'm, "I gotta get off the phone right now before I explode. This is insane." And it is. Whatever you're told, they'e fucking liars.
I'm so aggravated now I'm starting out hating this Samsung phone through Sprint that hooks up with Google and with Xfinity. Jesus Christ.
Then right then when I have the t.v. off mute for once they do their monthly check they enjoy running two or three times a week. It makes an obnoxious sound like the original modems.
And I'm pretty sure after all that, I really don't want to make or take any telephone calls.
I'll say one thing, though. I IS nice being able to ask a world encyclopedia any question I have any time of day and have it answered. That's like the f'n future right there. If I would have had this as a kid I would have driven less people nuts with constant questions.
The avatar pics speak louder than words. Contrast the aging uncentered clumber consigned to sitting alone, with his hairy ass end out hanging out of the frame on a doggy mat in illusion land, with the truly beloved and dynamically engaged dogs front and center, above and below.
Specious is the word that best captures the work of some.
As for the plastic work, which is the visible outcome of creative genius and scientific knowledge at play, it has been a joy to watch it form from first pour!
Ed, I think your view of the late 1960's is tainted by your age.
Chick, I turned 21 in '69. And not all the hippies were under 18. The biggest cohorts of the Baby Boomers were already voting and there were plenty of WWII babies in there, as well.
Those were the days when the media and politicians were pandering to the yoots (don't trust anybody over 30) - Bobby Kennedy, George McGovern, Gene McCarthy; who brought down LBJ in '68?
It was the beginning of the Slob Culture and hatred for this country. It was when Lefty profs were coming out of the political closet.
I remember those days very well.
Don't know how old you are, but, if you were old enough and not stoned out of your gourd, you couldn't miss it.
Agree, I graduated Class of '66 and went directly into pilot training in the USAF. I always have held that the "Summer of Love" in 1967 was the take-off point or demarcation line from what the USA was and what we have now become..
@edutcher and virgil: I don't doubt you guys' demarcation point -- I just doubt whether this song was part of the hippie scene in 1969. The song was played on AM radio and could have been enjoyed by the same people who loved Frank Sinatra, for example.
It does not seem out of place to me. I was 14 when it came out and it was played at my school's ninth grade graduation party (Junior High was 7th thru 9th)where the flowers for decoration were vases of paper carnations made from pastel colored Kleenex tissues that had been folded, cut with a pinking shears and secured with pipe cleaners. Most of the dresses worn by the girls had been sewn by their moms, as store clothes were more expensive than buying fabric and a pattern. My sister had made mine as a copy of a dress we'd seen in downtown store. Hand held hair blowers hadn't yet arrived and natural hair styles were still around the corner, and the style of the evening for the girls was bouffant hair that resulted from a trip to the beauty parlor where hair was set on rollers, dried under a bonnet dryer, and sprayed with Aqua Net. Yes, the song fits. Our church youth group back then was called the "Young People's Society", and that moniker was still being used when I dropped out of it 3 years later. By then the 1234 What Are We Fighting For song from Woodstock had reached our neck of the woods and I remember a pair of students using it in a slide show presentation we were required to make for English Class.
Love was a big deal in 1969, a hoped for ideal that went with my Peter Max poster. While that song may not have been part of the hippie scene, it was definitely feeding the flowering minds of the youth back then.
I played the song for MrM, who knew the words, and it took us back to the story of his enlistment, which was the result of him drawing a draft number below 60. Inductions for that year included those with numbers up to 99.
The big if in the song has to do with finding "...someone who cares to give a life time to you...", which also fits, as no-fault divorce didn't go into effect (in CA)until January 1970 (signed in by R.Reagan and marriage in mainstream America was still considered to be an "until death do us part" agreement. At least in the hearts of those starting down that path.
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There is a very good bass line buried in that song which I never picked up on from AM radio.
Also, Wiki says that the band is still touring with one original member.
I remember it well. I was 11, and I had crush on a girl who's family and ours went fishing together on summer nights. Tall with long strawberry blond hair and a hint of freckles.
Warm summer nights sitting around a fire pretending that I was not entirely preoccupied with whether or not she looked at me just then. This song must have been playing, because as soon as it started, she came to mind. Never kissed her or even held her hand, but we had something. I just know she felt it too. Love will definately make you happy, with a little misery every now and then to prove to you that you do really care.
I never had such an association with that song, bagoh20. i think I just liked the melody.
But your story triggered a memory of a girl I crushed on all through grade school but never had the nerve to approach. By the time we got to high school, she was immediately snatched up by the upper classmen.
Oh, and thanks Chick. I enjoyed the flashback. As you know, it's hot and humid lately here in L.A., and it takes me back to those Western PA summer nights with fireflies everywhere, Dad with his case of Stoney's, home-caught nightcrawlers, dreams of big catfish, largemouth bass, and the mythical Northern Pike or Muskie. There was always a portable radio that took at least 8 D-cell batteries playing the pop music of that summer.
We would usually catch a stringer of fish, mostly bluegill, bass, and catfish, that we would take home and process via a family disassembly line in the kitchen.
In other news, I was approcched by a shop owner in Carlsbad who want to sell and market some of my plastic reality drinks. So I have to come up with a business plan.
I too miss fireflies. I was lucky enough to take my kids back to Wisconsin in the summer once when they were little. We chased fireflies and caught them in jars and then let them go.
In them thar days, everybody was full of love until somebody didn't see the world their way and then they were sub-humans, a term much in use on the Left.
This is why is don't get all goo-goo-eyed about the late 60s.
The hypocrisy was stultifying.
Not unlike today.
Ed, I think your view of the late 1960's is tainted by your age. You guys weren't everything. As a child (one very close to the local epicenter of hippiedom in Wisconsin), I thought the world was still ruled by grown-ups and old people in 1969. The youth movement was in full flower --especially its music, but they didn't really have any political power yet...not until the 26th Amendment in 1971 gave 18 year olds the vote. Even then, it only manifested first at the local level in 1972 and at the Presidential level in 1976.
I see your 'Love Can Make You Happy' and I raise you 'Smile A Little Smile For Me'
You actually work Chick?
What do you do?
I love your plastic work. I think there definitely is a market for it. Lots of possibilities for designs. Go for it.
It's a lully tune.
Man, oh man. Everything I read about the Galaxy is how brilliant the thing is and how smooth it is to transfer, just tap phones together and boom, all the information is transferred in a touch.
Such bullshit.
Every single step of setting up this phone has been a nightmare. NIGHTMARE!
And it STILL cannot transfer iTunes music. It just cannot. No matter what anyone says online it cannot presently be done. No matter HOW many times you download and install the two programs they tell you to. It's fucked up.
I've spent hours today just getting set up and started. All of this biting the bullet is because Comcast are such bastards and Google is outrageous.
Then setting up the wifi hooked onto Xfinity. The very thing I"m trying to escape. Enter user name, enter password. The password for the router, not for the xfinity itself, then another for email. And then they REQUIRE a Google account.
At that late point after hours I told them I'm tempted to toss the thing out the window. I could NOT believe what I was hearing. I need Xfinity and their acccounts for wifi to work, I need Google account because all Androids go through Google, and that was NOT part of the understanding and agreement. And you need an account with Samsung as well. Just to get started. I'm too old for this horseshit when every word I read assures me the process is easy as pie. Just turn it on and viola! Not so.
At one point she said, "go to the Sprint store." And I'm, "I gotta get off the phone right now before I explode. This is insane." And it is. Whatever you're told, they'e fucking liars.
I'm so aggravated now I'm starting out hating this Samsung phone through Sprint that hooks up with Google and with Xfinity. Jesus Christ.
Then right then when I have the t.v. off mute for once they do their monthly check they enjoy running two or three times a week. It makes an obnoxious sound like the original modems.
EEEEWOOOOIIIIIIWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIWWWWAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
*click* piss off Comcast, I'm trying to think.
And I'm pretty sure after all that, I really don't want to make or take any telephone calls.
I'll say one thing, though. I IS nice being able to ask a world encyclopedia any question I have any time of day and have it answered. That's like the f'n future right there. If I would have had this as a kid I would have driven less people nuts with constant questions.
The avatar pics speak louder than words. Contrast the aging uncentered clumber consigned to sitting alone, with his hairy ass end out hanging out of the frame on a doggy mat in illusion land, with the truly beloved and dynamically engaged dogs front and center, above and below.
Specious is the word that best captures the work of some.
As for the plastic work, which is the visible outcome of creative genius and scientific knowledge at play, it has been a joy to watch it form from first pour!
chickelit said...
Ed, I think your view of the late 1960's is tainted by your age.
Chick, I turned 21 in '69. And not all the hippies were under 18. The biggest cohorts of the Baby Boomers were already voting and there were plenty of WWII babies in there, as well.
Those were the days when the media and politicians were pandering to the yoots (don't trust anybody over 30) - Bobby Kennedy, George McGovern, Gene McCarthy; who brought down LBJ in '68?
It was the beginning of the Slob Culture and hatred for this country. It was when Lefty profs were coming out of the political closet.
I remember those days very well.
Don't know how old you are, but, if you were old enough and not stoned out of your gourd, you couldn't miss it.
@edutcher/
Agree, I graduated Class of '66 and went directly into pilot training in the USAF. I always have held that the "Summer of Love" in 1967 was the take-off point or demarcation line from what the USA was and what we have now become..
@edutcher and virgil: I don't doubt you guys' demarcation point -- I just doubt whether this song was part of the hippie scene in 1969. The song was played on AM radio and could have been enjoyed by the same people who loved Frank Sinatra, for example.
@edutcher: Perhaps you were thrown off by the VW/flower power images in the video which I think are revisionist.
It does not seem out of place to me. I was 14 when it came out and it was played at my school's ninth grade graduation party (Junior High was 7th thru 9th)where the flowers for decoration were vases of paper carnations made from pastel colored Kleenex tissues that had been folded, cut with a pinking shears and secured with pipe cleaners. Most of the dresses worn by the girls had been sewn by their moms, as store clothes were more expensive than buying fabric and a pattern. My sister had made mine as a copy of a dress we'd seen in downtown store. Hand held hair blowers hadn't yet arrived and natural hair styles were still around the corner, and the style of the evening for the girls was bouffant hair that resulted from a trip to the beauty parlor where hair was set on rollers, dried under a bonnet dryer, and sprayed with Aqua Net. Yes, the song fits. Our church youth group back then was called the "Young People's Society", and that moniker was still being used when I dropped out of it 3 years later. By then the 1234 What Are We Fighting For song from Woodstock had reached our neck of the woods and I remember a pair of students using it in a slide show presentation we were required to make for English Class.
Love was a big deal in 1969, a hoped for ideal that went with my Peter Max poster. While that song may not have been part of the hippie scene, it was definitely feeding the flowering minds of the youth back then.
I played the song for MrM, who knew the words, and it took us back to the story of his enlistment, which was the result of him drawing a draft number below 60. Inductions for that year included those with numbers up to 99.
The big if in the song has to do with finding "...someone who cares to give a life time to you...", which also fits, as no-fault divorce didn't go into effect (in CA)until January 1970 (signed in by R.Reagan and marriage in mainstream America was still considered to be an "until death do us part" agreement. At least in the hearts of those starting down that path.
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