I love this song for mostly humorous reasons. It comes across as a 60s exploitation song a la Scott McKenzie's San Francisco, or the Flower Pot Men's Let's Go to San Francisco. Terrible stuff. The breezy 60s horns, the awful electric sitar a la the Box Tops' Cry Like a Baby.
So, the song is all about the Monterey Pop Festival. Beautiful people, religion, musicians, music fans, flower children, young gods playing 'music born of love.' (yeah, free love, groovy). Then, dig the roll call and the musical tributes:
1) The Byrds and the (Jefferson) Airplane did fly.
2) Ravi Shankar's music made Eric cry...Waaah! there there, Eric. Here are some love beads for you.
3) The Who exploded into fire and light...
4) Hugh Masekela's music was black as night (he's still alive and making great music!)
5) The Grateful Dead (noodling around music)
6) Jimi Hendrix set the world on fire...wow, he sure did!
7) His majesty Prince (Brian) Jones, wearing appropriate renaissance fair garb, smiled benevolently at all his loyal tripped-out hippie subjects. Hear ye hear ye!
10,000 electric guitars...hmmm, I don't remember that from the movie, was that during the Association's set? haha.
Even the cops grooved with us! I used to think the line was 'even the cops drew quivers.' As though they were dressed up like Robin Hood's merry men, with toy bows and arrows. Hey, you know Eric would not lie. He's a magic love guy...at least during 1967, when that's what you were supposed to be. He probably adopted that revolutionary look in '68 like everyone else.
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