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Pastimes : The best band of all time -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Pat W. who wrote (204)	12/3/1998 9:17:00 PM
From: Len	Respond to of 273

I remember them all. Actually, Quicksilver was a pretty good band. Len

To: Pat W. who wrote (204)	12/5/1998 12:41:00 AM
From: Bill on the Hill	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 273

Or Candy Gibbons and Zephyr. They had this killer guitar player. I saw them at the Whiskey in Hollywood in 69. All the girls stripped their tops off that night. They did not want the guitar player to play because he was under 18 and they had a age limit. The lead guitarist was Tommy Bolen. He took over the lead for James Gang before going solo and then evaporating into the drug induced night of Rock and Roll history. Saw Cream in the Family Dog in Denver in 68. It's now a strip club called PT's. The chairs were all long logs laid on the floor and you just sat on these rounded logs or laid on the floor. Clapton played a solo of Badge that lasted 20 minutes, Ginger Baker was all smacked up and looked like a 90 year old skeleton and played like he was on fire. All of the lights were overhead transparency projectors with glass pie plates of colored oils and waters swirled around. They used to do the same thing in 67 at the Fillmore in Frisco. Harrison and Ravi Shankar in 70 playing together. Harrison had just released "All Things Must Pass" and he was so sick he could barely stand. He did 8 standing ovation encores. Ravi Shankar was not just a musician, he is a MASTER. I sat and listened to Judi Collins sing in a tent in Aspen and it was like listening to a bird singing a delicate song on your windowsill. Graham Nash wrote the song "Suite Judy Blue Eyes" for her. Another masterful pair, Carlos Santana and Mahavishnu John McLaughlin. Get the album and you will hear rock guitar as it has never been played before or since. The music of that era was not just for tribal movement or glandular stimulation. It contained a fire which lit a smoldering passion in the center of the soul of those who had the ears open. I still hear it ringing in the depth of my soul. I still feel the tears of happiness falling to the tune of a riff pulled from a cosmic expanse that only the likes of Hendrix could explore. What happened to me and countless other brother and sisters could not be told in a textbook on social cultures. Riding a wave of psychedelic fury not knowing if you are in or out of the reality you just thought you saw and reaching out and touching the vibration of an electric chord as it explodes. You wrap your fingers around it and it melts into hundreds of liquid colors that run down and fall into oceans of visible sound. Realizing that what and who we are is vibrational and invisible and majestic and larger than mountains and smaller than sand you become childlike. I guess one had to be there. Bill on the Hill