Anybody else remember these? I had completely forgotten why Hardee’s had the Dancing Raisins, but I definitely remember stopping on my way home from school to spend part of my allowance on one in junior high.
I have no idea what happened to that thing. Which is a shame, because it would look awesome glued to my dashboard.
Also: Claymation > all other animation.
This cover of “Amelia” is easily the best thing I’ve heard since Judy Collins sang “Diamonds and Rust” with Joan Baez. Joni Mitchell is a hot mess, but daaaaaaaaamn, can that girl write.
If you don’t own Hejira, you really ought to remedy that ASAP. It’s been reissued on vinyl, which is really the best way to hear it. I’m much more tolerant of cold nights when I can curl up in the living room with Hejira on the turntable and drink hot cocoa with extra marshmallows. Which is probably what I’m going to do for the rest of this evening. I’m a little fuzzy around the edges, and I could use a quiet evening in my pajamas.
Whose idea was this duet? Oh. Em. GEE.
I am pretty sure you have to turn in your folkie card if you don’t have “The Boxer” in your repertoire. The banjo work on this version is particularly effective. Nice work, kids.
Not folk, but protest. Close enough. I’m not at liberty to go into the details, but I got an eyeful of some spectacularly misogynistic respectability-politics bullshit in action yesterday, and it reminded me of how terribly true this song remains — especially that bit about, “I’m still an embryo with a long, long way to go until I make my brother understand.”
Forty-two years later, and we’re fighting the same frickin’ battle.