On Fri, 31 Aug 2007 15:05:25 GMT, "JoeSpareBedroom"
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On Aug 30, 4:34?pm, HK wrote:
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Not So Sweet, Martha Loran

(those who didn't do the 60's, don't even ask).

Is this some kind of Druggie code?

No.

What ever happened to good old Country Joe anyway?

As I was...um...sort of indisposed during that period - say from '66
to late '69 - I sort of missed most of the more interesting aspects of
the mid-60's. I could tell a very funny story about my completely
innocent introduction to smoking the most ubiquitous herbal substance
of the times, but I don't want to ruin my hard earned law and order
reputation. :)

Oddly, "I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-to-Die Rag" is about the only thing I
know about Country Joe McDonald - never really heard any other of his
music. When I first heard it, it was towards the end of my second
tour. By the time I returned stateside, it became a sort-of anthem
for those who were trying very hard not to do as the title suggested.

On Fri, 31 Aug 2007 08:14:58 -0700, Chuck Gould
wrote:

Then of course there are those who did the 60's, and as a result can't
remember too very much between about 1966 and 1972.

And then there were those of us who also "did" the '60s in an entirely
different context and were a tad too busy to worry about song titles
and lyrics.

Just for the record you understand. :)

On Fri, 31 Aug 2007 11:29:36 -0400, "Jim"
wrote:

You call that genius?

Genius of the time was Frank Zappa.

"Suzie Creamcheese" comes to mind. :)

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On Fri, 31 Aug 2007 15:05:25 GMT, "JoeSpareBedroom"
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"Jim" wrote in message
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On Aug 30, 4:34?pm, HK wrote:
http://tinyurl.com/2selhs

Not So Sweet, Martha Loran

(those who didn't do the 60's, don't even ask).

Is this some kind of Druggie code?

No.

What ever happened to good old Country Joe anyway?

As I was...um...sort of indisposed during that period - say from '66
to late '69 - I sort of missed most of the more interesting aspects of
the mid-60's. I could tell a very funny story about my completely
innocent introduction to smoking the most ubiquitous herbal substance
of the times, but I don't want to ruin my hard earned law and order
reputation. :)

Oddly, "I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-to-Die Rag" is about the only thing I
know about Country Joe McDonald - never really heard any other of his
music. When I first heard it, it was towards the end of my second
tour. By the time I returned stateside, it became a sort-of anthem
for those who were trying very hard not to do as the title suggested.

I haven't heard much except his first couple of albums, which were
interesting.



From Wiki:
Joe went on to have a long solo career with key albums including:

a.. Thinking of Woody Guthrie (1969) - recorded in Nashville, which at the
time was a very odd choice of location for a hippie songster to make an
album of leftist anthems.
b.. War War War (1971) - another tribute to a landmark American radical,
the World War I anti-war poems of Robert W. Service set to music.
c.. Hold On It's Coming - songs about the West Coast hippie movement.
d.. Superstitious Blues - with Jerry Garcia playing guitar on some tracks.
e.. Paradise With an Ocean View (1977) - included the landmark
environmental protest song "Save the Whales".
f.. Paris Sessions - landmark feminism, with a female band, singing songs,
written by Joe, including "Sexist Pig".
In 2003 McDonald was sued for copyright infringement over his signature
song, specifically the "One, two, three, what are we fighting for?" chorus
part, as derived from the 1926 early jazz classic "Muskrat Ramble",
co-written by Kid Ory. The suit was brought by Ory's daughter Babette, who
holds the copyright today. Since decades had already passed from the time
McDonald composed his song in 1965, Ory based her suit against a new version
of it recorded by McDonald in 1999. The court however upheld McDonald's
laches defence, noting that Ory and her father were aware of the original
version of "Fixin'", with the same section in question, for some three
decades without bringing a suit until 2003, and dismissed the suit.

In 2004, Country Joe re-formed some original members of Country Joe and The
Fish as the Country Joe Band - Bruce Barthol, David Bennett Cohen, and Gary
"Chicken" Hirsh. The band toured Los Angeles, Berkeley, Bolinas, Sebastopol,
Grants Pass, Eugene, Portland and Seattle. They then made a 10-stop tour of
the United Kingdom and played at the Isle of Wight and London. Following
that came the New York tour which included a Woodstock reunion performance
followed by an appearance at the New York State Museum in Albany. Returning
to the West Coast the band played in Marin and Mendocino Counties, the World
Peace Music Awards in San Francisco and at the Oakland Museum as part of an
exhibit on the Vietnam War.

In the spring of 2005, McDonald joined a larger protest against California
Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger's proposed budget cuts at the California
state capital.

In the fall of 2005, political commentator Bill O'Reilly compared McDonald,
a Navy veteran,[2] to Cuban president Fidel Castro, remarking on McDonald's
involvement in Cindy Sheehan's protests against the Iraq War.[3]

McDonald's daughter Seven is a columnist for the LA Weekly.

He performed at the Isle of Wight Festival in the summer of 2007

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On Fri, 31 Aug 2007 08:14:58 -0700, Chuck Gould
wrote:

Then of course there are those who did the 60's, and as a result can't
remember too very much between about 1966 and 1972.

And then there were those of us who also "did" the '60s in an entirely
different context and were a tad too busy to worry about song titles
and lyrics.

Just for the record you understand. :)


poke poke poke...
When does freshwater bass season end up your way? And, is fresh water more
convenient for you than sal****er, in terms of distance? I'm pondering
schedules.

On Aug 31, 8:29?am, "Jim" wrote:

You call that genius?

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Musical genius.

You need to hear the actual recording.
The lyrics by themselves are interesting, but a little flat.
Throw in the "psychedelic" guitar licks, etc, and it's one of the
better- even if now mostly forgotten- gems from the era.

At one time it was fun to sit around the hookah and debate the "inner
meaning" of tunes like this. I can't seem to remember whether Martha
Lorraine was popularly assumed to be about peyote, hashish, LSD, or
the Selective Service System/FEDGOV- (good arguments for all). I still
remember how suprised a lot of folks were to realize that Mr
Tambourine Man was about a dope dealer. Dylan was always easier to
figure out than Joe McDonald :-)

Chuck Gould wrote:
On Aug 31, 8:29?am, "Jim" wrote:

You call that genius?

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Musical genius.

You need to hear the actual recording.
The lyrics by themselves are interesting, but a little flat.
Throw in the "psychedelic" guitar licks, etc, and it's one of the
better- even if now mostly forgotten- gems from the era.

At one time it was fun to sit around the hookah and debate the "inner
meaning" of tunes like this. I can't seem to remember whether Martha
Lorraine was popularly assumed to be about peyote, hashish, LSD, or
the Selective Service System/FEDGOV- (good arguments for all). I still
remember how suprised a lot of folks were to realize that Mr
Tambourine Man was about a dope dealer. Dylan was always easier to
figure out than Joe McDonald :-)



I suppose if you are sitting around doing drugs, a lot of songs sound
like they are "dealing" drugs. Not all of us were Day Trippers.

On Aug 31, 9:01?am, HK wrote:
Chuck Gould wrote:
On Aug 31, 8:29?am, "Jim" wrote:

You call that genius?

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Musical genius.

You need to hear the actual recording.
The lyrics by themselves are interesting, but a little flat.
Throw in the "psychedelic" guitar licks, etc, and it's one of the
better- even if now mostly forgotten- gems from the era.

At one time it was fun to sit around the hookah and debate the "inner
meaning" of tunes like this. I can't seem to remember whether Martha
Lorraine was popularly assumed to be about peyote, hashish, LSD, or
the Selective Service System/FEDGOV- (good arguments for all). I still
remember how suprised a lot of folks were to realize that Mr
Tambourine Man was about a dope dealer. Dylan was always easier to
figure out than Joe McDonald :-)

I suppose if you are sitting around doing drugs, a lot of songs sound
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So, are you disputing the double entendre of "Not so Sweet", or "Mr.
Tambourine Man"? I once met somebody who still insists that Peter
Paul and Mary were singing about a wind up flying reptile.........

We all lived in a yellow submarine.

refresher: (and for the very few who have only heard the 2-verse
pop-40 version)

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the
sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

On Fri, 31 Aug 2007 12:01:26 -0400, HK wrote:

Chuck Gould wrote:
On Aug 31, 8:29?am, "Jim" wrote:

You call that genius?

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Musical genius.

You need to hear the actual recording.
The lyrics by themselves are interesting, but a little flat.
Throw in the "psychedelic" guitar licks, etc, and it's one of the
better- even if now mostly forgotten- gems from the era.

At one time it was fun to sit around the hookah and debate the "inner
meaning" of tunes like this. I can't seem to remember whether Martha
Lorraine was popularly assumed to be about peyote, hashish, LSD, or
the Selective Service System/FEDGOV- (good arguments for all). I still
remember how suprised a lot of folks were to realize that Mr
Tambourine Man was about a dope dealer. Dylan was always easier to
figure out than Joe McDonald :-)

I suppose if you are sitting around doing drugs, a lot of songs sound
like they are "dealing" drugs. Not all of us were Day Trippers.

True. And the old hag at the end of the bar making eyes at you looks
better and better as the beer flows.

--Vic

Chuck Gould wrote:
On Aug 31, 9:01?am, HK wrote:
Chuck Gould wrote:
On Aug 31, 8:29?am, "Jim" wrote:
You call that genius?
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Musical genius.
You need to hear the actual recording.
The lyrics by themselves are interesting, but a little flat.
Throw in the "psychedelic" guitar licks, etc, and it's one of the
better- even if now mostly forgotten- gems from the era.
At one time it was fun to sit around the hookah and debate the "inner
meaning" of tunes like this. I can't seem to remember whether Martha
Lorraine was popularly assumed to be about peyote, hashish, LSD, or
the Selective Service System/FEDGOV- (good arguments for all). I still
remember how suprised a lot of folks were to realize that Mr
Tambourine Man was about a dope dealer. Dylan was always easier to
figure out than Joe McDonald :-)
I suppose if you are sitting around doing drugs, a lot of songs sound
like they are "dealing" drugs. Not all of us were Day Trippers.- Hide quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

So, are you disputing the double entendre of "Not so Sweet", or "Mr.
Tambourine Man"? I once met somebody who still insists that Peter
Paul and Mary were singing about a wind up flying reptile.........

We all lived in a yellow submarine.

refresher: (and for the very few who have only heard the 2-verse
pop-40 version)

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.


Several theories abound for the hidden meaning of "Mr. Tambourine Man."
Not all those theories are based upon the smokey fantasties of druggies,
former or current.

I saw Dylan perform that song in the 1960s during one of his several
appearances at Gerde's Folk City and at the 1964 Newport Folk Festival.
That was, I believe, before it was released on an album. No one
mentioned the song as an allegory for drug use.