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popular music in early-sixties america found itself in a weird interim phase--the rockabilly wildfire of carl perkins and jerry lee lewis had died down, elvis had sold out, black artists still were denied mainstream acceptance and the beatles hadn't yet come along and changed everything.
in the eye of this hurricane, the folk singers briefly flourished--and while people like the kingston trio, the limeliters, phil ochs and bob dylan were considered by the beat intelligentsia more "authentic" of the genre, i'll take peter, paul and mary any day.
to my mind, the song that best showcases mary travers' honeyed voice is their cover of tom paxton's the last thing on my mind, but since i can't find it on youtube [and since i'm too lazy to make my own and wait for it to upload], i'll offer up instead another cut i was surprised to find from that same album--the surpassingly fine hangman--in which, while she's not featured, mary gets the last word.
three voices, two guitars, little else but pure talent--a formula that appealed to my minimalist nature then, and does to this day.
shame they don't make 'em like that (or like her) anymore.
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thank you.
hey, blogposts made to order while you wait--at guttermorality, we're not happy until you're happy.
Well, I'm not happy until you upload "The Last Thing on My Mind." So there.
noblesavage: you have any idea how much work that is? i think i'll just send it to you instead.
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