Darlene Love with Phil Spector’s Wall of Sound, which I’ve been looking into of late, along with the maybe 10-year-long period of the “girl groups.” A British DJ on Sirius radio last week said the girl groups were done in by the “British Invasion” in the mid-60s. Sounds about right. It was a great time for black and white female groups with intricate vocal harmonies. Be my baby…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUZTjRZvXWQ
This just popped up on YouTube after the above:
Woe is me. Grooveshark is gone. Its resurrection at grooveshark.io is pretty weak.
I’m having pancakes and a strong latte at one of my 2 favorite breakfast places in the world*, Trink’s in Gualala, a sun-drenched town with a major river, on the northern California coast.
Not only is the food extraordinary, but there’s good-working wi-fi, copper-covered tables, and views of the blue (and this morning) windy Greatest of All Oceans out the windows.
I just gave one of our mini-books of Tiny Homes On The Move to a 5-year old sitting with his parents, and after a minute perusing the book, he yelled “Look at this!” and in a few minutes, “whoa-o-o.” We’ve gotta be doing something right if we are getting through to 5-year olds.
I’m up here visiting my friend Louie. Last night we roasted a wild goose and had it with a salad and Louie’s home-made zinfandel to the accompaniment of ’40s music on Sirius radio. Two old guys havin fun…
Below is a panorama of boats down at the Pt. Arena cove yesterday. It’s been too windy to go crabbing.
I don’t care for most Sea Ranch architecture. Too sterile, and no overhangs, which is just dumb here on the west coast. Landscaping at SeaRanch, by Laurence Halprin, however, is brilliant; he just left everything as was, coyote bush and all.