Hva jeg hører på nå: Ting du sannsynligvis aldri har hørt....

Gjestemedlem · 03.10.2020

Gjestemedlem · 04.10.2020

Gjestemedlem · 04.10.2020

1/2 Tam · 04.10.2020

Nesten umenneskelig tromming, hvordan er det i hele tatt mulig å holde ut med dette tempoet en hel konsert?

1/2 Tam · 04.10.2020

1/2 Tam · 04.10.2020

Du trenger ikke å like musikken, men man må bare ta av hatten for trommeren.

haraldo · 04.10.2020

FOR ET GITARSPILL

1/2 Tam · 05.10.2020

20 minutter med behagelig musikk...

1/2 Tam · 05.10.2020

Jeg har ikke håndhilst på disse

1/2 Tam · 05.10.2020

En av mine gamle favoritter, Ferry Corsten...

Gjestemedlem · 05.10.2020

1/2 Tam · 06.10.2020

Svensk synthpop fra gruppen Ashbury Heights...

WayAhead · 06.10.2020

Ikke akkurat den mest kjente vill egg tru....

WayAhead · 06.10.2020

Real Ashbury Heights... 1960s...

Also: George Harrison visits Haight Ashbury AND....:

George Harrison visits Haight-Ashbury in San Francisco

After spending six days in Los Angeles, on 7 August 1967 George Harrison, his wife Pattie, Neil Aspinall, Derek Taylor and Alexis 'Magic Alex' Mardas, flew to San Francisco, where they walked around the hippie district of Haight-Ashbury. Photographs tell the story of this great visit by one of...

www.beatlesbible.com

We were expecting Haight-Ashbury to be special, a creative and artistic place, filled with Beautiful People, but it was horrible – full of ghastly drop-outs, bums and spotty youths, all out of their brains. Everybody looked stoned – even mothers and babies – and they were so close behind us they were treading on the backs of our heels. It got to the point where we couldn’t stop for fear of being trampled. Then somebody said, ‘Let’s go to Hippie Hill,’ and we crossed the grass, our retinue facing us, as if we were on stage. They looked as us expectantly – as if George was some kind of Messiah.

We were so high, and then the inevitable happened: a guitar emerged from the crowd and I could see it being passed to the front by outstretched arms. I thought, Oh, God, poor George, this is a nightmare. Finally the guitar was handed to him. I had the feeling that they’d listened to the Beatles’ records, analysed them, learnt what they’d thought they should learn, and taken every drug they’d thought the Beatles were singing about. Now they wanted to know where to go next. And George was there, obviously, to give them the answer. Pressure.