isn’t exactly a lost figure in the history of American music. He’s just a dead one. Surprisingly, though, as White counts amongst the litany of sixties’ casualties, the guitarist’s early demise had nothing to do with his own drug use. Instead, White moved on to a calmer state as a result of catching a car fender while he was loading up gear one evening. His story probably functions as a better anti-drunk driving message than any mother fronted organization – well, for cultured hillbillies at least.
This here track is supposed to presage all of country rock. Originally, the tune was written in 1964 by Billy Edd Wheeler. The version here sounds like it was recorded a bit latter, but who knows? Decent track and worth a run through.
Goose Creek Symphony, which to this day is denigrated by being lumped into that great unwashed mass of hippies who came to country music during the sixties, seems to be a great deal more than most of those folks. The Byrds were a good band, but clearly a by-product of Los Angeles and affected by the whole star system.