Oh the endless buried treasures of the mid/late'60s. Some have places of origin that make you wish that earlier eras were possessed of today's incessant documentarian instincts. We The People were apparently a short-lived garage band from Orlando. Take a moment to imagine the uphill battle they faced in an environment like that. Try to picture the reactions of their fellow Central Floridians in the face of such wide-eyed forward-driving sounds. Sadly, their future belonged to Walt Disney.
Oh, the effortless style of the French, at least the way I imagine them back in the early-to-mid '60s. The Franco-centric offerings on the 'blague have mostly centered on the lascivious and goofy detours from otherwise lascivious libertines (not counting Stereolab). I'm don't know enough about Chantal Goya to determine if she's any more wholesome, but this track at least sounds mostly disease-free.
You think you've got enough music from awesome blind piano players, do you? Well, friend, you do not. Valerie Capers was a sidewoman for several bebop and Afro-Cuban notables, but seemed to have had little of a headlining career for herself. Which is a shame, as today's tune should amply demonstrate. It makes me want to invent a new Peanuts gang character and go sledding in some cartoon snow. Who's with me?
Hello friends! Great to be back in town and back on the decks. Thanks much to Flynn for keeping the 'blague fires burning.
