Redwoods Hippie Folk Jazz. ...Wait, is that a telecaster?

Once upon a time, maybe you are wandering around the Point Reyes area, on a trail in the margin between the headlands and the redwoods and there, outside a cabin/house at the edge of the woods is a scruffy looking group, musicians, because they're playing.

You recognize one of them, and at that moment, he knows you know, but as a wanderer, it’s not the thing to say, hey, I know you. Because you don’t, really, and it’s enough of a contact high to just wave and wander on, he’s kinda busy and you got wandering to do. He waves back.

Surely did not know at that time that his real name was Perry Miller.

Maybe shoulda stayed and listened, maybe not. A few years later, maybe you recognize that piano riff you heard, back near the redwoods. The record was released in 1974, over 45 years ago. Yeah, old stuff. Life lasts longer than you think it might, until it doesn’t.

I need to get back to wandering. Watch out, I might show up at your front door.



Maybe there was a prom shirt left over at the thrift store, not sure, but man, I do like that telecaster:



Found a picture from that day, but it's a bunch of water, no people:

 

Because this song was produced by Charlie Daniels, a lot of people think he's the fiddle player. But according to this interview with JCY, the fiddle on the recording was David Lindley.

Who knew? Not me.



The Youngbloods, 1969.

Here's the interview (don't shoot the messenger):

https://www.songfacts.com/blog/interviews/jesse-colin-young-of-the-youngbloods