Charles Spencer has just written generously about Endless Trip in his arts column in The Daily Telegraph, saying it is 'as close to heaven as most pop anoraks like me are likely to get'. And this a man who knows his rock and roll: aged 12 in October 1967, he went to a benefit for Release in the Saville Theatre, compered by Joe Boyd and featuring Pink Floyd, Fairport Convention, Tomorrow, The Incredible String Band and Tim Rose. Here's the article:
This blog is a companion to FLASHBACK magazine, which I edit, and to my GALACTIC RAMBLE and ENDLESS TRIP books. All of these cover the 60s and 70s UK and US music scenes in detail. You can email me at flashbackmag@gmail.com.
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Thursday, 19 May 2011
The Grateful Dead: spot the difference
By the way, I can only see three 'errors' here:
1) there's a button missing from Bill Kreutzman's jacket (second left)
2) the gem's missing from Bob Weir's necklace (second right)
3) the keys around Pigpen's midriff have vanished (far right)
I scent a stitch-up.
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
Kaleidoscope: The True Unprintable Story
Kaleidoscope's fine second album, A Beacon From Mars, was released in November 1967. On its back cover, in tiny print, appear the following words:
Quite what this means has puzzled psychedelic scholars for decades. As far back as 1976, David Lindley was asked to explain by ZigZag magazine, and came up with the following: "Oh, we were all very concerned because we weren’t given enough money or time to produce the album we wanted to make – and we wanted to make it evident that relationships with the record company weren’t as wonderful as they might have been. I guess it was basically that we were being pushed to become more commercial, whereas we wanted to go our own way." But what did people who actually wrote off to the address get in return? Well, I am now pleased to publish, for the first time since its very limited circulation way back at the time of the LP's release, the following:
So... no LSD, no groupies, no payola, no scandal of any sort - just five frustrated musicians belly-aching about the amount of studio time they were allowed. Tchoh!
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