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“Dak’s Reckoning – Part One*

August 16, 1969 

There was magic in the air. 500,000 people had come together for music, good lovin’ and all that was great about growing up in this time of change, of revolution, of sex, drugs and rock n roll. Dakota Mazerion took a long pull on the joint somebody had passed him and thought about being part of these history making days, sending the blunt on its way to the next person. His band had driven hundreds of miles, even though they were not part of the amazing line-up of the country’s best musicians. This was their time, Dak knew. His time was coming. About that, he had no doubt. Life was how he imagined it should be. The world belonged to the young, even while run by the old, worn-down-by-the weight-of-their-self-delusion politicians.

Fuck growing up to become president. He was reaching for brighter stars. Riding the waves of the music he wrote and played, he was a soaring eagle, becoming part of a greater voice that would change the course of the world.

Leaning back, resting his head in her lap, Dak grinned up at the young woman he was sharing a blanket with; a blanket among thousands creating a patchwork human chain that criss-crossed the field in front of the stage.”

*This is an excerpt from a story I wrote nine years ago

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From The New York Times-Herald:
“The Woodstock Music and Art Fair in 1969 drew more than 450,000 people to a pasture in Sullivan County. For four days, the site became a countercultural mini-nation in which minds were open, drugs were all but legal and love was ‘free’.”

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I would be an alien if I did not dedicate today’s Monday Music Medicine Show as an anniversary of this a most significant day! What a perfect day, in fact,  for The Monday Music Medicine Show! This weekend marks, and celebrates, the greatest (IMO) music festival in history.

It was a veritable Magical Mystery Tour; four days of that univeral language called MUSIC with all its accoutrements.

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Which means, I will have to decide what song, for me, defines this event. The thing is there were so many amazing groups, and so much thrilling music, that every one of them could be the song. How does one choose from this immortalized list of performers?

Richie Havens
Swami Satchidananda
Sweetwater
Bert Sommer
Tim Hardin
Ravi Shankar
Melanie
Arlo Guthrie
Joan Baez
Quill
Country Joe McDonald
Santana
John Sebastian
Keef Hartley Band
The Incredible String Band
Canned Heat
Mountain
Grateful Dead
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Janis Joplin with The Kozmic Blues Band
Sly and the Family Stone
The Who
Jefferson Airplane
Joe Cocker and The Grease Band
Country Joe and the Fish
Ten Years After
The Band
Johnny Winter
Blood, Sweat & Tears
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Paul Butterfield Blues Band
Sha Na Na
Jimi Hendrix / Gypsy Sun & Rainbows

This is when I had a V8 moment *hand to forehead!*

There is really only ONE song that should be played here; a song which was NOT played at the music festival:

So my beautiful Monday Music Medicine Show friends, is it fair to ask everyone ‘where were you?’ during Woodtsock? Probably not, as there are quite many people here who were not incarnate then. But if you have a Woodstock story to tell, whether from personal experience, or passed down through generations from your family and friends, you know I want to hear it. And please share a song that you associate with the event!

Share it there (your own blog with a ping back), or share it here.

BYOM and  remember: It Don’t Mean A Thing If You Don’t Send That PING!

Music is the Medicine in my Soul and I hope yours is as healing and nurturing as mine!

Singing Smiley

25 Songs, 25 Days

Day 21 – My Favorite Song

As it so often happens, after I dig through the piles of things because I just can’t settle on one, I get off my duff and search for that one elusive song which I remember with such fondness that there is an ache in my heart because I have not been able to find it.

I’d written down a few songs which I wanted to use to replace a duplicate (which in itself should have told me, if it was duplicated, it might mean it’s THE ONE.) HA!

What it meant was that I didn’t remember I’d put it in there, until I went through them and saw it was already in at the top of the list. Nuff said about that.

Point is, one of the songs I remembered from my childhood, from my mother’s record collection, felt so important to find. I mean, within the last year, from a tape recording of all the songs I’d collected from my mother’s records, this was the one which I was unable to find, was unable to even put on the tape. But I remembered it, because it was something so much more special. I considered that it might have felt that way simply because I could not find it. You know that one about that which got away.

So I’m sitting here, searching through Youtube for the URLs for the songs in my list, and suddenly that song pops into my mind. I stop and think about where in the house have I not yet searched.

I felt, as if in a trance, when I got up, and walked into the Romn Room. I peeked inside, switched on the light, and stared at what I already knew was in here. Then I scanned the top of the nearest surface, piled high with things which needed to be gone through. Yet I knew it was not there almost right away. I was thinking too small (45rpm). I felt like I’d just opened Tutenkomen’s Tumb, looking around at treasures from a time long gone. I walked slowly through, my eyes carefully watching for that elusive butterfly.

Across the way, in the opposite corner, on the bottom shelf of a bookcase, where I’d kept my own records when this room had been my own bedroom, I recalled there was still one group of LPs which I had not yet gone through.

I pulled out a chair, that was at a secretary desk, which was actually blocking the way to that bottom shelf. I sat down, the light not overly bright, but gazed at the albums. I pulled a couple out; recognized them. My heart began beating faster. Was I nearing this gem? This precious item? Ten albums pulled, remembering days back in the city house, my hands placing long playing records on a turntable, and bringing the arm over to rest on the selection I wanted to hear.

I reached a group of albums in which this song would have been a part. Three pulled out, turning them over, reading the back cover for the name. Not there. Then a fourth. The yellow cover, with the big red lettering, so familiar! I turned it over, and saw the name of the song! Could it be?

Taking the record, I walked out of the room and down the hall to our turntable.

The label looked familiar, and I placed the record on the spindle, lifted the arm and rested it on the outer edge of the record. It turned, and that wonderful vinyl whitenoise sound filled the air, then disappeared as the first moments of music flooded the room. This was it! I turned off the light, and sat in the dark, letting the music fill me. And it did, and thrill me in the same way I remembered it always had! And I KNEW, this WAS my favorite song.

I fully expected after having found my 42 songs, that I’d do that wild and crazy thing of playing each one, but sitting there, and drinking in the melody, I realized, I’d done it.

I understand the possibility that this build up may leave all of you sitting on the edge of your seats, waiting to see what could possibly be my actual most favorite song, above all others, may let you down.

My hope is that within the notes of 101 Strings, you will understand.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: Malaguena – Soul of Spain

Trust me, I will NOT leave you hanging. Tomorrow, I’ll begin putting up “the meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything” – The 42.

Update 25 Songs, 25 Days

Day 21 – My favorite song.

Progress to this point, on the hunt for my favorite song, has brought me to a list of songs. It’s a very special number of songs. If anyone here knows the book and/or the movie, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, then you know that 42 is the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything.

SO, how ironic is it, that when I finished going through all my songs, and really trying to cut them down, that I ended up with a list of 42 songs.

Does that mean, these songs are my answer to Life, the Universe and Everything for me?

There are quite a few I decided not to include since, well, they’ve already been used in this fun fill challenge. I thought that it was only fair that I go with what was not yet heard. And as we all know I’m want to love what I’m listening to at the moment. BUT the challenge was to actually put in what my favorite song is.

With the list, I looked at the number a genres which were represented. I actually considered that, perhaps I could put a my favorite song within these genres.

Of course, as I look at my list, I see that there is an larger number of songs in some genres, than are in others. Some genres are not actually represented here, because what was on my playlists included what I had on my mp3 players after my other computer with all my favorite songs listed went to the Techo Hospital . THUS, some of those are no longer available, and my memory not being what it used to be, I know I’d leave some things out.

While today, I won’t present these songs, I will prepare the lists to be presented over the next days for this very special 21st day song (THE FAVORITE). Here’s a little coinkydinky: 21 plus 21 is (say it with me) 42! And the beat goes on.

And believe you me, things are popping into my head right now, that I’d not thought of, but this is my list, and I’m sticking to it. SO, with luck, tomorrow I’ll begin with my Favorite Song(s) EVER, in the category genres into which I’m dividing them.

I leave you with a song (not on the list) but which says it all