For your pleasure, may I invite you to turn on with Eric Burdon and the Animals. Following are some tracks from the band’s 1966 to 1968 period. You may recall we discussed this period last week. I’ll spare you the studio version of my personal favorite, “San Franciscan Nights,” and if you don’t think “Sky Pilot” is one of the coolest “acid rock” songs ever we may have to part ways, baby.
As you listen to these tracks, think about the whole concept of Eric Burdon getting tuned in, think about an age in which Angry, Young Eric could begin to feel like he belonged, man. I mean, just a couple of years earlier he had to get outta that place. Check out the video that opens this thread and tell me you’re not witnessing the transformation at work. These songs must have begun the process of lifting a tremendous weight off Angry, Young Eric.
Another day, perhaps, we can explore the next phase of Eric’s career, in which he wrestles with his Black Man’s Burdon, so to speak.
This seems as good a place as any to send positive mind atoms to Raul Ibanez.
I know you’re hurting, Mr. Mod.
You’ve got that right, sourbob. The combined positive mind atoms of you and Eric have me feeling a little better already.
Long live short white soul singers with Napoleonic complexes! Eric Burdon, Steve Marriott, and Reg White are great. Screw all those lanky, pretty-boy, beanstalks!
Yes, I am standing up.