![]() ![]() Tambourine Man," "Turn, Turn, Turn,- "Fifth Dimension- and "Younger Than Yesterday"-if you haven't already, because you ought to realize that The Byrds and what they have to say mean a great deal to you. But it's really only a sampler, and the title is only to grab your eye in a busy world. The record herein, if you let it, will tell you a great deal.Ībout The Byrds, about changes, about yourself. Lots, some because of folks like The byrds, has gone down since. Off the hot streets of Los Angeles, even as other revolutions were finally gaining notice a few miles south in Watts, they would scatter themselves in a darkened studio and bend to the task of reaching into millions of homes, cars, dormitories, coffee shops, bars, bordellos, prisons, camps, insane asylums-minds. Someone in the label department at "Billboard" worked overtime to come up with the term folk-rock so that everyone would know what was going down in case they didn't want to think about it too much.Īnd it stuck because no one ever had the time to try to change the words or pose an organized "Why?" There was just too much else important happening. Then there was the first album and a not-so-successful trip to England. ![]() Tambourine Man," for those who laughed up their sleeves and for those who dug it straight and would never be persuaded then that anyone could get away with that, made number one. McGuinn made someone a lot of money by wearing those funny-looking Ben Franklin glasses a wonderfully gentle, thoroughly human man named Derek Taylor began to gather a new circle of friends and admirers with his logical perspective on the nonsense swirling around them, and The Beatles were quoted as saying their favorite American group was The Byrds ĭylan got on stage with them at Ciro's to blow his harp straight into the dancing melee below as David Crosby smiled benignly at the whole scene Thousands showed up at The Palladium where an enormous caricature of Lawrence Welk slowly waving a giant baton greeted everyone and the rent-a-cops wondered how everyone could be so happy and have such fun on Coca-Cola and lemonade. The Byrds played loud, but with beauty and transcendant smoothness. They came in rags and velvet, leather and denim, on foot and motorcycle and in Rolls, boots and chains and moccasins, and the LA press was exasperated and delighted. The Byrds brought them down from their canyon hideouts, in from their beach shelters, from Big Sur camps-and Mexican co-munes, down from Sierra and Mojave anonymities, to dance and be together and realize how strong their numbers were. They were five where they are now four, and all of West Coast hippiedom, which is to say Los Angeles because San Francisco was yet to become as it is, was catalyzed by their sound. But it is good to be nostalgic, and necessary to find one's rung, and so much good was the start of so many better things happening and about to happen. It is too early for that now because The Byrds are still happening and very, very valuable. There will be this big nostalgia binge, and because so many people were part of what happened, and because they were an overwhelming part of a larger renaissance, The Byrds will be revered. Were they conservative then? Or now? Whatever, their thing was beautiful and heavy and will be as it is. Was it really three or four generations ago that The Byrds came along and helped turn the whole pop music scene around? ![]()
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