My HUMBLE PIE bootleg collection (1 GB)

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as a petition of a suscriber, PARTIALLY EDITED

1969 AMSTERDAM

1969 Whiskey a go go

1970 John Peels session

1971 fillmore

1971 academy of music NY

1972 BOSTON

19?? king biscuit live

.....dont kill me.. AFVN Radio AI ARMA REFORGER (gamerip) (READ NOTES)

 I'm absolutely against AI music; this is a definite red line for me. As a vinyl collector and sixties music freak, I own a massive archive of royalty-free, private-press, and underground music from that era. However, modders always ignore me when I try to convince them to use my vinyl rips or bootlegs. But that isn't even the worst part. The worst part is that Arma Conflict has been running MODERN NOT NAM ERA ugly, low-quality AI music for a year on their Nam server. As a copyright expert, I can tell you that you can use any music you want in a modded server. Most modders are just scared because of the Fallout Reforger shutdown, but that happened for a different reason, not the music. Bethesda threatened Bohemia because Fallout Reforger was becoming better than Fallout 76

Compilation made by SabberSnack

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Anyway, AI music sucks and is completely unnecessary. But, since it's now part of internet history (and I believe the EoH server is running this AFVN AI radio), I’m sharing this rare AFVN mod for curiosity's sake. You can still find the normal AFVN mod with authentic Vietnam-era music on Patriarchal Gaming, our archive, and our blog. I uploaded this to my royalty-free channel because, as a creator, I’ve had many copyright issues in the past. Years ago, I had the idea to create a channel for royalty-free content—I use it for my own projects, and anyone else is welcome to use it too

pd: YOUTUBE IS DETECTING ME COPYRIGHT on these ai tracks.. at the end of the day they arent as copyright free as they though.. but is better than moddest ai radio actual arma conflict trap music.. is better to not having any music than having this..

CAPITALISM COLLAPSING BY ITSELF WITH SO MANY COPYRIGHT AND AI BULLSHIT.. 

El Misterio del 4/20: ¿Realidad Cannábica o Coincidencia Psiquedélica?

Hoy es 20 de abril, una fecha marcada en el calendario de la cultura popular mundial como el día del "420". Pero, existe una corriente de buscadores de mitos que prefiere mirar hacia atrás, específicamente al 20 de abril de 1971 (el 20/4/71 o, para algunos, el "verdadero" origen numérico) 

La historia oficial nos dice que el término nació en San Rafael, California, con un grupo de amigos llamados "Los Waldos", quienes se reunían a las 4:20 p.m. para buscar un cultivo de marihuana abandonado. Se decía que un miembro de la Guardia Costera había plantado un cultivo de marihuana cerca de la estación de Point Reyes y que ya no podía cuidarlo. Los Waldos consiguieron un mapa dibujado a mano para encontrar el "tesoro verde. Los cinco amigos eran atletas, así que decidieron que se encontrarían después de sus prácticas deportivas para iniciar la búsqueda. La cita era a las 4:20 p.m. junto a la estatua de Louis Pasteur en el campus. Se saludaban en los pasillos diciendo "4:20 Louis", que con el tiempo se acortó simplemente a "4:20". Aunque nunca encontraron el famoso plantío, el código se quedó grabado como su palabra clave para ir a fumar. Seguramente te preguntarás: ¿Cómo es que un código de cinco chicos en California llegó a ser global? La respuesta tiene nombre de banda de rock: Grateful Dead. La conexión: El hermano de uno de los Waldos era amigo cercano de Phil Lesh, el bajista de Grateful Dead. La difusión: La banda empezó a usar el término y a popularizarlo en sus giras durante los años 70 y 80. La prensa: En 1990, la revista High Times encontró un volante de un concierto de los Dead que explicaba el "420" y empezaron a usarlo en todas sus publicaciones

Sin embargo, para los amantes del vinilo y el rock experimental, la estética del número tiene una vibración algo distinta más europea. El 4 de abril de 1971 no es solo una fecha capicúa en ciertos formatos; es el epicentro de una era donde la música y las sustancias psicotrópicas colisionaron para expandir la conciencia. En este contexto, surge un nombre que es casi una declaración de principios WEED

Mientras en EE. UU. se gestaba la leyenda urbana del 420, en Alemania la escena del Krautrock estaba en su apogeo. En 1971, una efímera banda alemana lanzó un álbum homónimo que hoy es una pieza de culto.  A diferencia de la electrónica hipnótica de Kraftwerk o el ritmo motorik de Can, Weed apostaba por un Hard Rock psicodélico pesado, y seco como la yerba, pese a estar lleno de órganos Hammond distorsionados y riffs potentes. El álbum es famoso por contar con la colaboración (no acreditada oficialmente en su momento por razones contractuales) de Ken Hensley, el tecladista y cerebro detrás de Uriah Heep. La Estética. Con una portada que muestra  una mujer del hogar con una planta de cannabis sobre un fondo oscuro es un retrato contracultural perfecto

WEED 👂👂👂👂

MAS WEEDS?  👀👀👀

CONCIERTO DE LOS DEAD 04/21/1971 👃👃👃 no es exactamente 4 20 pero casi

de aquí viene lo del día de la marihuana, y pensar en lo que se ha convertido a día de hoy... madre mia

Empece el blog con 14 años.. hay muchas cosas que arreglar PARTE 2

 - mucho trabajo por delante -

Ya hable sobre esto pero tengo que volver a decirlo.. es increible la cantidad de mierda por la que ha pasado este blog, es una pena, no solo es lo estupido que era yo con 14-28 años y la cantidad de trabajo que me esta dando tener que ir revisando entradas una por una desde 2011-2023 casi.. es tambien los problemas que he tenido que han manchado el blog, referencias y colaboraciones constantes a otros blogs, links rotos... todo muy mal.. algunos libros de mierda que escribi que ni te imaginas, lo que es no estar bien de la cabeza.. mucho psicopata tambien colaborando.. que desastre, no esta limpio, esta todo muy guarreado y entre medias pues si, esta el contenido el cual el 90% esta bien pero hay otro 10% que aun a dia de hoy me esta dando muchas horas de trabajo en reparar cosas que ya practicamente no las va a ver nadie, ya se vieron en su momento.. es frustrante.. conclusion que saco ANTE TODO España..  estoy convencido que si hubiera nacido en otro contexto socio cultural, en otro pais, no habria desarrollado tantos trastornos ni habria colaborado con gente de mierda nunca.. ya con 14 años hubiera tenido las cosas mas claras y la precision a la hora de escribir de un verdadero critico musical o critico de la epoca incluso. Tambien estoy eliminando mucho ''beef'' como lo llaman ahora, y es que si es verdad que he tenido muchos problemas de todo tipo.. hasta con hackers, con la propia plataforma, con otros blogs como ya dije..  es mejor simplemente estar callado, y hablar lo minimo de esas experiencias negativas, y no que me he encontrado cientos de posts de musica que nada mas empezar te sale un aviso o un discurso terrible.. bien real pero terrible e innecesario.. he dedicado muchas horas a esto como si fuera un trabajo como buen ''netcel'' o como se llame, y al final pues decepciona encontrar el panorama asi, se que es mejor centrarse en lo positivo que hemos construido y no en esos pequeños restos de mierda que puedan quedar pero a veces es imposible, esta todo muy manchado, tambien es importante no centrarse en lo negativo porque al final es una suerte de publicidad que le estas dando de gratis a como yo los llamo ''vampiros siquicos'' cuando encima son gente que no ha llegado tan lejos y por eso han intentado sabotearnos durante muchos años..

Estoy hasta los cojones de tener borderline

y de ser un digital man

Si decides bucear en los archivos de este blog, te encontrarás con un crisol de etapas. Aquí conviven textos de hace una década junto a mis reflexiones más actuales. He decidido no borrar todo el pasado, pero sí ser más selectivo. Si encuentras algún enlace roto o una opinión que ya no me representa, ten paciencia: estoy en pleno proceso de 'limpieza de jardín'. Este blog no es un producto perfecto; es, simplemente, el registro honesto de mi evolución. Gracias por acompañarme, ya sea en las entradas nuevas o en las que sobrevivieron a la criba

Jefferson Airplane DISCOGRAFIA (BOOTLEGS) 21 GB parcialmente editada

Os recomiendo usar Qbittorrent para bajar tanta obra maestra (solo bootlegs) la discografia de estudio tambien la tengo muy completa pero es que ayer un estudiante de musicologia una universidad australiana me escribio un correo solicitando informacion y archivos de un determinado concierto de los Airplane, asi de paso y con un poco de suerte consegui subir mi discografia bootleg entera (flac y mp3) probablemente la discografia en directo mas completa de los airplane que hay en la red. Es una locura muchos de estos archivos estan practicamente ripeados de la cinta original sin más y sin editar jamas 

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1968.10.28 Fillmore                                                                  

1969.05.09                                                                          

1969.10.25 Winterland wv                                                            

1969.10.26 Winterland wv                                                            

1969-10-31                                                                          

JA.1969.10.31                                                                        

d1                                                                                  

d2                                                                                  

1969-11-00+11 Matrix, San Francisco [FLAC] Remaster 59.11                            

1969-11-22                                                                          

ja69-11-22.flacf                                                                    

1969-12-06                                                                          

ja1969-12-06 Altamont                                                                

1969-xx-xx                                                                          

Jefferson Airplane 1969-x-x Fillmore West, SF, CA MAR Flac16                        

ja67-05-19.sbd.unknown.sbefix.flac16                                                

ja1966-01-14,15                                                                      

ja1966-10-01.sbd                                                                    

ja1966-11-25.sbd.miller.98638.flac16f                                                

ja1966-11-26.sbd.miller.98639.flac16f                                                

ja1966-11-27.sbd.miller.98640.flac16f                                                

ja1967-03-04.sbd.reelmaster.dat.flac16.NOT SHAREABLE                                

ja1967-03-05.partial.sbd.reel master.cass.dat flac16.NOT SHAREABLE                  

ja1967-06-17.sbd.TM.Remaster                                                        

ja1967-07-16.aud.flac16                                                              

ja1968-02-01.sbd.flac16                                                              

CD1                                                                                  

CD2                                                                                  

Jefferson Airplane 1968-xx-xx Los Angeles,CA Jonathan Winters Show Mk2-TV            

Jefferson Airplane 1969-05-07 Polo Field, Golden Gate Park, S.F., CA SBD Flac16      

Jefferson Airplane_1969-10-10 Vancouver (off master)                                

CD 1                                                                                

CD 2                                                                                

1965.11.06 Calliope Warehouse, San Francisco, CA                                    

1966.07.22 Avalon                                                                    

1966.09.23 Winterland                                                                

1966.09.30 Winterland Arena                                                          

1966.10.01a Winterland wv                                                            

1966.10.01b Winterland wv                                                            

1966.10.02 Fillmore Auditorium                                                      

1966.10.07 Winterland wv                                                            

1966.10.08 Winterland wv                                                            

1966.10.09 Fillmore wv                                                              

1966.10.14 Fillmore Auditorium                                                      

CD1                                                                                  

CD2                                                                                  

1966.10.14a Fillmore wv                                                              

1966.10.14b Fillmore wv                                                              

1966.10.15 Fillmore Auditorium                                                      

1966.10.15a Fillmore wv                                                              

1966.10.15b Fillmore wv                                                              

1966.10.16 Fillmore Auditorium, San Francisco, CA                                    

1966.10.16a Fillmore wv                                                              

1966.10.16b Fillmore wv                                                              

1966.10.25 Fillmore Auditorium, San Francisco, CA                                    

1966.11.06 Fillmore Auditorium, San Francisco                                        

1966.11.06a Fillmore Auditorium wv                                                  

1966.11.06b Fillmore Auditorium wv                                                  

1966.11.25 Fillmore Auditorium wv                                                    

1966.11.25 Fillmore Auditorium, San Francisco, CA (Love To All)                      

1966.11.26 Fillmore Auditorium, San Francisco, CA (Peyote)                          

1966.11.26a Fillmore Auditorium wv                                                  

1966.11.26b Fillmore Auditorium wv                                                  

1966.11.27 Fillmore Auditorium wv                                                    

1966.11.27 Fillmore Auditorium, San Francisco, CA (Peyote)                          

1967.01.08 Webster Hall wv                                                          

1967.01.08 Webster Hall, Greeenwich Village, NY                                      

1967.02.04 Fillmore Auditorium, San Francisco, CA                                    

1967.02.04a Fillmore wv                                                              

1967.02.04b Fillmore wv                                                              

1967.02.05a Fillmore wv                                                              

1967.02.05b Fillmore wv                                                              

1967.02.06 Fillmore Auditorium, San Francisco, CA                                    

23a Jefferson AIrplane - Fillmore 6 Feb 1967                                        

1967.02.06 Fillmore wv                                                              

1967.03.04 Cafe A Go Go, New York, NY                                                

1967.03.05 Cafe A Go Go, New York                                                    

23b Jefferson Airplane - Cafe A Go Go 5 March 1967                                  

Jefferson Airplane - Cafe A Go Go 5 March 1967                                      

1967.03.10 Winterland                                                                

1967.03.11 Winterland                                                                

1967.03.12 Fillmore                                                                  

1967.03.12a Fillmore wv                                                              

1967.03.12b Fillmore wv                                                              

1967.05.19 Men's Gym Cal State Polytechnic College, San Luis Obispo, CA (Love To All)

1967.06.16 Fantasy Fayre, Devonshire Meadows, Los Angeles, CA                        

1967.08.04 O'Keefe Center, Toronto, ON, Canada                                      

1967.08.05 O'Keefe Center, Toronto, ON, Canada                                      

1967.08.05b O'Keefe Center wv                                                        

1967.08.05b O'Keefe Center, Toronto, ON, Canada                                      

1967.09.15 Hollywood Bowl                                                            

CD1                                                                                  

CD2                                                                                  

1967.10.14 Winterland                                                                

1967.12.31 Winterland                                                                

1967.12.31 Winterland wv                                                            

1967-10-05                                                                          

ja1967-10-05 Rehearsal Discs                                                        

JA1967-10-05v1                                                                      

JA1967-10-05v2                                                                      

1968.01.30 Matrix                                                                    

CD1                                                                                  

CD2                                                                                  

1968.02.01 Matrix                                                                    

CD1                                                                                  

CD2                                                                                  

1968.02.01 Matrix wv                                                                

1968.05.18 Northern California Folk Rock Festival,                                  

1968.05.18 Shrine Exhibition Hall, Los Angeles, CA                                  

1968.05.21 Carousel Ballroom, San Francisco, CA (Jefferson Airplane and Friends)    

CD1                                                                                  

CD2                                                                                  

1968.07.28 Rancho                                                                    

1968.08.28 Falkoner Teatret, Copenhagen, Denmark                                    

1968.09.10 Musikhalle, Hamburg, Germany                                              

1968.09.15 Concertgebouw, Amsterdam, Netherlands                                    

1968.10.17 Electric Factory, Philadelphia, PA                                        

1968.10.26 - Fillmore West SF CA   

Las letras del POLLUTION ONE enviadas por un suscriptor

Lyrics of all the songs by Kosta Talbic, posted here because youtube doesnt allow to put comments or descriptions so longer 

👂👂👂👂 Pollution 1+2

falta el primer album de 1969

son discos raros, un soul progresivo raro de tematica practicamente conceptual

sobre el ecologismo, pero el de verdad, el de la epoca como Canned Heat o Rare Earth 

 Travelin' High (With The Lord) 00:00

Dear God, for my life,

so far you’ve made it so tough.

Yet I know I just can’t complain—

all my gadgets are still kind of rough.

I trust you, you’re awesome, baby.

But in my screwed-up way, yeah, yeah, yeah,

I certainly am deserving,

I have things going my way.

Oh, oh, oh…

And I put a purpose on the wall—

some causes I will surely cure.

But most of all, I’ll use your soul.

Oh, oh, oh…

And I’m here to reassure you.

Yeah, oh, yeah.

I feel your warmth and I see your light.

Oh Lord, I know I don’t have to worry no more.

Good God, your light is getting so darn bright.

I’m travelin’ high—

I’m so high with your love.

Oh, good, good God.

My sweet God.

I’m making this request:

that you let me show this mean, old,

dirty, mixed-up world

I can be one of the very best.

Oh yeah…

I’ll return the favor,

and I’ll wear a bright, happy mask,

and just a tiny little bit of picture flavor.

Yeah, yeah—

oh, it shall be no task.

Oh no, it shall be no task.

I feel your warmth

and I think I see your light.

Oh, I know I don’t have to worry no more.

Oh, good Lord—

your light is getting so bright.

Oh, I’m travelin’ so high with the Lord.

Oh, I love you so.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, I’m travelin’—

I’m travelin’ high.

This Feelin' Won't Last Long 03:16

Sometimes I feel like a jigsaw puzzle

and I long for someone to put me together —

just take the time

to make all the pieces fit.

Sometimes I feel like yesterday’s newspaper

blowing in the street,

’cause everybody’s heard what I had to say

the day before.

And other times I feel just like the sun — oh yeah —

and I’m shining down on smiling faces,

thinking that nothing at all

could ever go wrong.

But I know this feeling won’t last long.

Sometimes I feel like a sinking sailboat,

breaking apart and going down slow.

Or a big jet plane that’s run out of fuel

and got no place to go — no place to go.

Other times I feel just like the sun, Lord —

and I’m shining down on smiling faces,

thinking that nothing at all

could ever go wrong.

But I know this feeling won’t last long.

Sometimes I feel like a jigsaw puzzle

and I long for someone to put me together.

Just take the time

to make all the pieces fit.

Sometimes I feel like yesterday’s newspaper

blowing in the street,

’cause everybody’s heard what I had to say

the day before — just the day before.

And other times I feel just like the sun — oh yeah —

and I’m shining down on smiling faces,

thinking that nothing at all

could ever go wrong.

Yet I know this feeling won’t last long.

I know it won’t last long.

Yeah — pretty soon, it’ll all be gone.

Oh, I got a feeling it’ll all be gone.

 Ballad Of A Well Known Gun 07:04

Well, I pulled out my stagecoach times

and I read the latest news.

I tapped my feet and done surprised,

’cause you know, I knew they knew.

The Pinkertons, they pulled out my bags

and asked me for my name.

Ooh, I stuttered out my answer — ooh yeah —

and I hung my head down in shame.

Now they found me — you know they found me.

It’s so hard to run from a starving family.

Ooh, ooh, they found me — ooh yeah —

and I can’t run no more.

I’m so tired of hearing

“there she goes — there goes a well-known gun.”

Well now, I tell you, I’ve seen,

I know this chain gang,

and I think I want to see my preacher.

I just couldn’t have faced your desert sand

and burned brown till I was looking like a beast.

The poorhouse, they hit me for my kin

and claimed my crumbling walls.

Now I know how Reno felt

when he ran from the law-

that dirty no good law

Now they found me — ooh yeah —

you know they found me.

It’s so hard to run from a dead,

almost dead, starving family.

Ooh, they found me —

I’m so tired of running — ooh yeah —

and I can’t run no more.

Well now, there she goes —

she’s a well-known gun.

Don’t let them get me — yeah — ooh, ooh —

I think I better get them

before they get me — yeah.

Now they found me — ooh —

you know they found me.

It’s so hard to run from a starving family.

Ooh, Lord, you know they found me —

and I just can’t run no more.

I’m so tired of hearing:

“There she goes — there she goes —

a well-known gun.”

Get my holster fixed —

I’m so tired of sweating it out.

Let me see that preacher — ooh —

they found me.

He can help me, I know — ooh, yeah, yeah.

Now they found me,

now they found me,

now they found me,

now they found me,

now they found me.

Now they — now they found me —

now they found me — now they found me —

ooh yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah —

you better love the Lord,

or you’re gonna end up just like me.

Then by me, Lord — then by me —

I thought I was so smart — yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Do You Really Have A Heart 11:50

Long ago and oh so far away,

in the land of “I told you so,”

lived a man named “You’ll get nothin’ from me,”

oh yeah.

Awful cute, so he acted strong,

yes, and he never got along.

Yes, he tried, but of course he just couldn’t say—

oh God.

What you need is a little understanding,

a loving hand to guide him, bring him around.

What you need is a little human kindness—

the man is lost and cryin’, don’t let him down.

Do you really have a heart?

Don’t you think it’s time to use it?

If you really have a heart,

try it out and do something good.

In the land of “Get the other guy,”

to the south of “It’s not my fault,”

lived a fellow a lot like you and me.

They believed he was mean and bad,

but when he made you sad,

he said, “Never gonna let that happen to me.”

What you need is a little understanding,

a loving hand to guide him, bring him around.

What you need is a little human kindness—

the man is lost and cryin’, don’t let him down.

Do you really have a heart?

Don’t you think it’s time now to use it?

Take a look around at your fellow man—

do yourself a favor and lend a hand.

Do you really have a heart?

Don’t you think it’s time, my brothers and my sisters?

Put a little love in your heart,

put a little love in your heart.

Let God see right through your heart.

Yeah—put a little love in your heart,

love in your heart.

Do something good.

Do something good.

Dry Dream 15:19

I slipped into a keyhole, into a dim-lit room.

I thought I heard a noise above my head —

ooh, a witch fell out of her room.

She disappeared as she hit the floor,

replaced by a smoky cloud.

Then I thought I heard music

of a stranger’s band —

ooh, it began to grow quite loud.

Ooh, ooh, what a pleasant world this is, though,

but it’s just a dream at stake.

I’d sure like to stay here longer,

but it’s time for me to wake.

I slipped onto the chandelier,

suspended in midair.

I thought I heard somebody say to me,

“Ooh, hey lady, I’m sorry, lover,

you can’t sit up there.”

I turned to see a praying mantis

knitting with their utmost care.

You know, a praying mantis that knits and talks —

but you know, I just couldn’t help but stare.

Well, I didn’t want to offend him,

so I went along my merry old way.

And I almost bumped right smack bang

into a snail in a tiny sleigh.

The sleigh was full of twinkling butterflies

and a tiny blue, blue, blue jay.

The dying bird bit on me and I stepped on it —

ooh yeah —

and I just went strutting along my merry old way.

Ooh, ooh, what a pleasant world this is,

but it’s just a dream at stake.

I’d sure like to stay here longer,

but it’s time for me to wake.

Oh… oh… oh… oh…

Your love house — oh, love me.

Oh, sweet love.

Sup’, come on baby —

yeah, yeah, yeah.

 Underdog 19:04

I know how it feels to expect to get a fair shake,

but they won’t let you forget that you’re their underdog

and you’ve got to be twice as good.

Even if you’re never right, they get uptight—

when you’ve got too much,

you might start thinking too much too.

I know how it feels when you know for real

that every other time, yeah, you get a raw deal.

Yeah, yeah.

’Cause I’m their underdog.

I know how it feels to get demoted

when it comes the time to get promoted,

’cause you might be moving up way too fast.

Yeah, yeah.

Did you ever love somebody on a different set,

but the other set wasn’t apt to forget?

Well, it just don’t go like that.

Yeah, yeah.

I know how it feels for people to stop,

turn around and stare,

signify that they don’t love me.

Yeah, yeah.

’Cause I’m their underdog.

I know how it feels to be playing the part,

be at a party, but you’re really all alone.

They underestimate me.

Yeah, yeah.

I know how it feels when you’re feeling down

and you want to come up,

but you’re really in the wrong part of town.

Yeah, yeah.

I know how it feels to have to go along

with people you don’t even know,

simply because there happens to be

a whole lot more of them.

Yeah, yeah. Underdog. But that's all right with me.

I'll always be

Underdog. All right with me.

 River 23:04

Did you ever sit down, ever sit down,

listen to the sounds of a river as it went by?

(Ooh vocal line…)

Oh, you seem to move so slow,

only your reflection knows;

on your face, all the time you wasted

all of a sudden shows.

Though our journeys will never feel the same,

we will be remembered by what we became.

Did you ever sit down, ever sit down,

listen to the sounds of a river?

Ripples and flows, it comes and it goes,

without really telling you why.

Seconds make minutes,

hours make days—

the river keeps right on going

like an endless maze.

Though our journeys are never quite the same,

we will be remembered by what we became.

Did you ever sit down, ever sit down,

listen to the sounds of a river?

Ripples and flows, it comes and it goes,

without really telling you why.

Lo And Behold 27:19

Lonely by day, empty and cold—

only to say, lo and behold—

deep in my nights, down in my dreams,

glorious sight this soul has seen.

There’s a well on the hill,

you just can’t kill the Jesus.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

I tell you, there’s a well on the hill,

you just can’t kill the Jesus.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

I don’t build no heathen temples

where the good Lord done laid His hand.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

Now everybody’s talking about the gospel story.

Everybody’s talking.

Some shall sing and others shall write—

everybody’s talking.

Everybody’s talking about the train to glory.

Everybody’s talking.

But it’s a long time till it gets to you, baby—

everybody’s talking.

There’s a well on the hill,

you just can’t kill the Jesus.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

I don’t build no heathen temples

where the good Lord done laid His hand.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

And I’m lonely—hey.

Empty, empty and cold.

Only to say,

Lord, Lord—lo and behold.

Deep in my nights,

down in my dreams,

it’s a glorious, glorious sight

my soul has seen.

There’s a well on the hill—

you just can’t kill the Jesus.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

There’s a well on the hill—

you just can’t kill the Jesus.

There’s a well on the hill—

way upon the hill side

let it be.

There’s a well on the hill—

let it be.

Mother Earth 31:07

Well, you can hide — can’t make it all the time —

and you may never come my way.

Mother Earth’s waiting for you;

there’s a debt you got to pay.

I don’t care, I don’t care who you are — no.

No, no, I don’t care what you are worth — oh no, no, no.

Yeah — ’cause when it all comes on down,

you’ve got to get yourself down

to the good old mother Earth.

You may have your million dollars,

you may drive that damn black shiny Cadillac.

You may have all that green filth —

that shit they call money —

and ain’t nothing you lack.

I don’t care who you are — no, no.

I don’t give one damn, no,

who you are or what you are worth.

’Cause when it all comes on down,

you’ve got to get yourself down

to the good old filthy, dirty, mucky mother Earth — oh yeah.

Oh, you ain’t cookin’.

Oh, oh, oh — Smithy, talk to me, baby.

Do you do as well as you play, baby?

Oh yeah — ooh, lover, I like you, you know.

I like that boy sitting right in there.

I got a message: don’t do me wrong.

I’m a whole lot of woman, understand,

and I need a whole lot of man.

You have to take care of me —

but one more thing, lover:

if you *do* do me wrong,

you’re gonna have to keep on lookin’

at a whole lot you ain’t gonna be gettin’ a whole lot of — oh yeah.

Well now — you go right on ahead

and hit me all the time.

But I surely know you’ll never, ever, ever come my way.

Because, you know — Mother Earth

is right here waiting for you, baby.

There’s nothing you got to fear.

I don’t care — I don’t care who you are.

I don’t give one damn — no —

who you are, what you do, where you go,

who you know, who you do, or who do you, what you are, baby.

When it all comes on down,

you got to come on —

you got to get your ass right on down

to sweet, lovely, jesus beautiful mother Earth.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…

You love me — you love me,

love me, love me, love me, love me, love me…

Oh… hey… oh…

When it all comes on down,

you simply got to keep digging somebody now.

You — you — you got to

come on now.

You simply got to

come on now —

you got to,

got to come on down

to good old mother, mother Earth.

And that means love on.

13th floor elevators at New Orleans Club KAZZ-FM (feb march 1966)

  UPDATE 2026: COMO NO, COMO NO.. el dueño de la discografica es el tipico narcisista.. me salta un aviso en youtube ''no se puede subir este video porque ya se han enviado anteriores reclamaciones asociadas con él'' menos mal que por lo menos ahora youtube avisa.. BRUTAL.. ni que el tio ese que es una discografica que no tiene ni 5 dias tuviese los derechos absolutos.. es como si mi tienda de discos de vinilo local de mi ciudad se pone a mandar strikes.. (que puede) es una locura.. los deja a canales como el mio a la altura del betun.. que asco de copyright de narcisistas y de capitalismo.. mira que no quiero meterme mas en politica y generar mas ''beef'' pero tio es que estas mierdas..

Este es un magnifico aircheck grabado por KAZZ FM y retransmitido por la famosa radio sicodelica durante una sesion en vivo con temas muy buenos

The 13th Floor Elevators - 1966-02-22 & 03-16, New Orleans Club, Houston, TX, KAZZ, Pre-FM, 56:14, ROK CD 55

1966-02-22, 26:11

1) Gloria

2) You're Gonna Miss Me

3) Tried To Hide

4) Roller Coaster

5) You Really Got Me (fades out)

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1966-03-16, 30:03

6) Station Introduction

7) The Word

8) Monkey Island

9) Roller Coaster

10) I'm Down

11) Gloria

12) You're Gonna Miss Me (fades out)

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The Spanish Soul of American Rock

On August 9, 1995, the world lost Jerry Garcia. More than just a musician, he was a pillar of the hippie movement or, more accurately, its very soul. As the creative engine behind the legendary Grateful Dead, Garcia carried a unique heritage; his paternal lineage traced back to the Galician village of Sada in A Coruña, Spain. It was from there that his grandfather set out, eventually landing in California in 1918. Garcia’s obsession with music began in his youth, sparked by his older brother’s record collection. Immersed in the sounds of Ray Charles, B.B. King, and Chuck Berry, he developed a lifelong passion for melody. Interestingly, for his 15th birthday in 1957, his parents gave him an accordion. However, Jerry wasted no time trading it for a guitar, having realized that his destiny lay within rock 'n' roll. This musical awakening coincided with a growing defiance toward social norms and a desperate urge to escape his hometown to see the world. In an ironic twist, he sought this freedom by joining the U.S. Army at age 17. His stint at Fort Ord was short-lived, however. After only three months, the military discharged him, citing an "absolute inability to adapt to the military lifestyle."

By late 1961, Garcia was busking and playing folk and bluegrass in the cafes of Palo Alto. It was here, around 1964, that he teamed up with friends Bob Weir and Ron "Pigpen" McKernan to form Mother McCree's Uptown Jug Champions, the ensemble that would eventually evolve into the Grateful Dead. This era also marked his introduction to LSD, a substance he claimed fundamentally altered his perspective. He later told Rolling Stone that the drug liberated him from the "fiction" of trying to lead a conventional, orderly life. In 1966, the band relocated to a communal residence at 710 Ashbury Street in San Francisco. This house became the beating heart of the local scene, famous for hosting free neighborhood concerts. Through this lifestyle, the Dead became the definitive musical and social icons of the hippie revolution. "Jerry was like a father, a brother, and a friend to everyone in Haight-Ashbury," Janis Joplin once remarked. "If you were hungry, you could go to the Dead’s place and Jerry would make sure you had something to eat. They were a true commune." The band’s mythos grew even larger through Garcia’s relationship with Carolyn "Mountain Girl" Adams, who had previously been involved with the "Merry Pranksters" the nomadic group famous for their drug-fueled bus trips across America, chronicled in Tom Wolfe’s classic The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Musically, the Grateful Dead revolutionized the industry. While their studio albums like their debut were hits, their true magic was found on stage. Long before the epic jams of Jethro Tull or Led Zeppelin, the Dead pioneered the idea of the live experience as a living organism. Instead of playing songs exactly as recorded, they embraced total improvisational freedom. This "limitless flow" is best captured in live masterpieces like ''Live The Dead'' in 1969

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In march 27, 1973 Garcia was arrested for drug possession (marijuana, LSD, and cocaine) after a traffic stop on the New Jersey Turnpike while driving from a gig in Baltimore to one in Massachusetts. Garcia was always a political firebrand in his own quiet way. A committed pacifist, he was a fixture at anti-Vietnam War rallies and a vocal critic of the Nixon administration. He was also a staunch advocate for the decriminalization of marijuana and psychedelics, embodying the values of his generation. As the decades passed, the mainstream spotlight faded, and Garcia’s health began to decline. By the late 70s, he surprisingly got struggled with an addiction to smoked heroin. Combined with heavy smoking, sleep apnea, and weight issues, his physical state began to affect his performances and his voice, similar situation of Bob Hite from Canned Heat.  Following diabetic comas in 1986 and 1992, he briefly embraced a healthier lifestyle, becoming a vegetarian and quitting cigarettes. Unfortunately, a relapse into drug use led to a heart attack in the summer of 1995. During his recovery in the early hours of August 9, a second heart attack proved fatal. Its incredible how an artists like him and in that era went through psychological problems and addictions like these who killed him, next article will be about that

The Grateful Dead’s history with Spain is defined by a single, legendary encounter that took place on October 19, 1981, at the Palacio de los Deportes in Barcelona. Serving as the grand finale of their European tour, the concert drew an eclectic crowd of roughly 6,000 people, ranging from local Spanish hippies who had waited decades for the moment to American Deadheads following the tour and even U.S. Marines from the Sixth Fleet, which happened to be docked in the city's port at the time. The band delivered a quintessential performance split into two long sets, highlighted by a culturally fitting "Spanish Jam" that leaned into the Phrygian scales reminiscent of flamenco, creating a profound connection with the local audience. Despite the high energy on stage, the visit also hinted at Jerry Garcia’s declining physical state, as he reportedly needed assistance leaving the venue for his hotel immediately after the show. Although the night was hailed by the Spanish press as a spiritual resurrection of 1960s counterculture in a post-transition Spain, the band never returned to the country, leaving that solitary Monday night in Montjuïc as the only time the San Francisco sound ever truly echoed on Spanish soil