For a newcomer to CA, the street life on Pacific Avenue Mall was astounding. The buskers. The energy. Can't say the stores were any great draw, but it was just different and stimulating. I was a mall walker back in SLC, so Santa Cruz was beauty even in winter and inspiring.
One of my new friends in SC took me to see Lacy J. Dalton at the Catalyst back in the early 80s. That tiny woman with the big guitar would throw her voice to the back wall and it would whup my up the backside. God what an experience. It was no surprised she went to Nashville and became a star. You're right, Sharron, Santa Cruz was music city. Oh, and my apartment manager would faithfully attend the Dixieland bands at the Catalyst every Friday afternoon. The music would pour into the street any day of the week.
The bookstores, the coffee places and restaurants, the Polar Bear donuts and ice cream. Holy friggin' merde! And if you want to trip over to my Ring Around the Basin page, I've posted a poem in honor of David Crosby and weird disorientation at Mr. Toots.
...it was all we knew and easy too,
So we wouldn't get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like
Dee dee dee dee dee dee deedle diddy deeeeeee
Ha ha ha! I think I used to sing that song! Thanks Jon
Sharron, I think I heard that band! My notes say I arrived in California springtime 1968. I don't remember. : )
Well, if you don't remember, then that's probably correct! Wild times.
Love it!
Thanks, neighbor!
That sounds like my image of Santa Cruz! I visited for the first time in the late 70's, but have been there many times since.
.Not much has changed around here now, just bigger and more of it... Thanks, Janice
Psychedelic rock, baby. I love that sub-genre.
What's not to love? Grateful Dead, Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix, Stones! No doubt they started in garages, too.
Ten years before I arrived in Santa Cruz. That was a place to soak up all kinds of street wisdom by osmosis.
Well... I am not sure what kind of wisdom is out there on the streets of Santa Cruz these days...
Brilliant! You always keep me guessing, Sharron - I love it!
..had me guessing too !
Glad you liked it, Timber. Thanks for letting me use your cool photo.
Thanks, Rebecca.
Weren't they scheduled for Senate hearings? I love those guys! Great fun, Sharron. (like the new sketch for your profile!)
Ha ha ha! Who knows! Thanks for reading, Ron!
Ha! I was five in 1969, so no, I don’t remember much of the Sixties! But I was in California!
It was a great era for music, if you ask me.
Love it! You made me laugh out loud at the end. I guess every great band has to start somewhere.
Great. I thought it gave itself away at the first suggestion of a pungent smell and smoky haze.
"Piercing cries, like the unholy howling of wolves. A rhythmic incessant pounding of wood on stretched skin. A bashing of metal on metal."
Rock on.
Keep the faith, baby!
Wonderful, Sharron! Gives a whole new meaning to Garage Band (the app).
Glad you liked it, Connie. Kind of silly. Thanks for the very sweet gift that was hand-delivered today. Yum Yum!
"They say, though, if you remember California in the ‘60s, you most likely weren’t there." great line, intoxicatingly so.
I can't take credit for the line, but it sure rings true. Yes, a largely intoxicated era in California, I have to say.
.. muchos gracias .. is my great pleasure..!
And what other delights & treasure might be inside that portal !
Stay tuned, Timber.
For a newcomer to CA, the street life on Pacific Avenue Mall was astounding. The buskers. The energy. Can't say the stores were any great draw, but it was just different and stimulating. I was a mall walker back in SLC, so Santa Cruz was beauty even in winter and inspiring.
Such happy memories, Sue! In the seventies, there were so many garage bands in Santa Cruz, it was hard finding a venue. The town was rocking.
One of my new friends in SC took me to see Lacy J. Dalton at the Catalyst back in the early 80s. That tiny woman with the big guitar would throw her voice to the back wall and it would whup my up the backside. God what an experience. It was no surprised she went to Nashville and became a star. You're right, Sharron, Santa Cruz was music city. Oh, and my apartment manager would faithfully attend the Dixieland bands at the Catalyst every Friday afternoon. The music would pour into the street any day of the week.
The bookstores, the coffee places and restaurants, the Polar Bear donuts and ice cream. Holy friggin' merde! And if you want to trip over to my Ring Around the Basin page, I've posted a poem in honor of David Crosby and weird disorientation at Mr. Toots.
Thanks for reminding me. Lacy J Dalton! I will check out your other posts. Thanks