I grew up in a very strange music atmosphere. Mom and Dad played symphony and opera on the radio and the victrola. When TV came along, it was; Lucky Strike’s, Your Hit Parade; Mitch Miller’s, Sing Along With Mitch, and the Lawrence Welk Show. In High School it was The Kingston Trio at the Hungry I, Hootenanny at the Red Garter on Broadway in San Francisco and Turk Murphy at Earthquake McGoons .
I joined the Navy immediately after High School and after my discharge, got very serious about my college education. I put myself through, so there wasn’t much time for music in my life, and I had formed negative opinions during the 60’s. Dylan, The Beatles, The Doors, The Stones, The Who, The Kinks, The Zombies, The Animals, Jefferson Airplane, Joplin, Creedence and Hendrix, all passed under my radar. “They are too loud”, I said. The Mama’s and the Papa’s, Simon and Garfunkle and the Beach Boys, made my list.
Then my wife, a product of North Beach and the Haight Ashbury, entered my life with her music collection. Nine years my junior, she played all the 60’s stuff I previously disliked plus a lot of new stuff I wasn’t aware of either; like, Fleetwood Mac, Chicago, Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon. Slowly but surely my ear began to bend and I started to hear the good in all the music I had shunned. The Beatles, the Stones, Jefferson Airplane, Joplin, Creedence all found their way into my music backlog. I needed a little John Denver every so often to level me out, but for the most part the music of the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s became my music.
Blowin in the wind, Like a Rolling Stone; Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door, Don’t think twice, Mr. Tambourine man, Lay Lady Lay and many, many others have formed a rich poetic tome, worth of the Nobel Prize for Literature. Bravo Mr. Dylan, bravo you musicians of the 50’s through the 70’s.