I've never heard this version before - this is the best version of one of my all time favorite songs by one of my all time favorite folk groups. Thank you! Do you have more?
Their act was so tight and they had it all: exceptional vocalists, harmonizers, players, performers, humor and humility! I loved how they took American folk music and put such an artistic spin on it. I hope we have another folk music revivaI. I also wonder if Tom Lehrer listened to them?
Agreed. Saw them perform in the late 1970s at a folk club in Santa Monica. Waited two hours in line. I recall the group had to add a second show at 10 pm as the early show sold out in just a few hours. I was luck to get tickets. Boy it was a great show. In this video I love when the camera pans the audience. They all knew all the words and were having the time of their lives. Many pretty girls too.
Dare I say it? When I look at this, I see the America of my youth, the respectful nicely dressed audience, and yes, the pretty girls. I was perhaps a year or so behind them and we were confident of the future. The war in VN wasn't a blip, and the endless wasted wars to follow couldn't have been imagined. We naively thought of MLK as the model and guide for fair and respectful treatment of all citizens. The bleeding of jobs to China and the loss of industry, the waves of Mexican and Central American immigration, the whole sale importation of middle eastern and African people as asylum seekers; none of it foreseen. So many that California is going to have an Hispanic majority in a generation. Our government flying illegal immigrants in the dead of night to scatter them far from the border and then lying about it. Accepting arrest warrants to document illegals and some cities giving illegals the vote in local elections. I recall being stunned by a photo of a soldier with a machine gun guarding an intersection in a major city, and guns fired at rioters in many cities, including my own. It just did not seem like America. Later I found myself to be an Army pilot training for riot control under a plan to send as many as four Army divisions to designated cities. The other mission was to fly to Europe in the event of a Soviet attack. Neither of those things happened, I left an Air Cavalry Troop in Texas and joined another in Viet Nam. In the first 30 days my OH-6 was fired on five times and hit three times. This wasn't my America and neither were the riots going on back home. Now I live in a diverse multicultural America that has lost its way, forgotten, the ideals and the greatness of its Western heritage. An American where a mayor can tell a TV reporter that he supports peaceful demonstrations, while in the background rioters set fire to a building. Men who wear dresses must be accepted as women, and mothers the government says are birthing people, and hospitals make money "transitioning" young children with surgery and drugs. Pastors and librarians invited drag queens to perform, and parents seem OK with this. School teachers who resent it when parents ask hard questions. And saddest of all the welfare programs that blossomed in the 1960s, and our desire for cheap goods from China have disrupted rather than helped the Black Americans we wanted to see as just Americans. Now in this America everyone not in a downtrodden group is a racist by inheritance. I am very sad to see the promise of this young audience and the simple joy of this music lost in bitter finger pointing and what seems to be to be hate and self hated. I am glad that my parents did not see this day.
Real music, real talent, no potty mouth lyrics. Then 4 clowns from Liverpool who couldn't carry a tune in a bucket changed all that, and became billionaires.
Hootenanny Days. I love it!
I've never heard this version before - this is the best version of one of my all time favorite songs by one of my all time favorite folk groups. Thank you! Do you have more?
Yarborough had a unique voice so that you instantly knew who it was. Loved the days of communal singing.
Wonder where these college kids are today. Those coeds sure are pretty--every last one of them. In the early sixties I was still in grade school.
:Lightning in a bottle. Very few acts, folk or otherwise, were as good as these guys in their prime.
Their act was so tight and they had it all: exceptional vocalists, harmonizers, players, performers, humor and humility! I loved how they took American folk music and put such an artistic spin on it. I hope we have another folk music revivaI. I also wonder if Tom Lehrer listened to them?
Agreed. Saw them perform in the late 1970s at a folk club in Santa Monica. Waited two hours in line. I recall the group had to add a second show at 10 pm as the early show sold out in just a few hours. I was luck to get tickets. Boy it was a great show. In this video I love when the camera pans the audience. They all knew all the words and were having the time of their lives. Many pretty girls too.
Seems there were a few aces up their sleeves, like arranging and even rearranging skills. I like both versions.
Different world...miss it.
Wonder if my dad was in the audience. He loved Penn State and the Limeliters and as a boy he would play this song for me.
Enough to give you goosebumps.
My wife and I stayed at the Limeliter motel in Aspen. The group was the house band for a while..
This is a completely different county now it is turning into a nightmare.
Lord luv us that song brings back good memories.
God, I miss them.
Thanks for the memories!
👍👍👍👍👍💕💕
Billy Grammer had a hit with this one, 1959.
Dare I say it? When I look at this, I see the America of my youth, the respectful nicely dressed audience, and yes, the pretty girls. I was perhaps a year or so behind them and we were confident of the future. The war in VN wasn't a blip, and the endless wasted wars to follow couldn't have been imagined.
We naively thought of MLK as the model and guide for fair and respectful treatment of all citizens. The bleeding of jobs to China and the loss of industry, the waves of Mexican and Central American immigration, the whole sale importation of middle eastern and African people as asylum seekers; none of it foreseen. So many that California is going to have an Hispanic majority in a generation. Our government flying illegal immigrants in the dead of night to scatter them far from the border and then lying about it. Accepting arrest warrants to document illegals and some cities giving illegals the vote in local elections.
I recall being stunned by a photo of a soldier with a machine gun guarding an intersection in a major city, and guns fired at rioters in many cities, including my own. It just did not seem like America. Later I found myself to be an Army pilot training for riot control under a plan to send as many as four Army divisions to designated cities. The other mission was to fly to Europe in the event of a Soviet attack. Neither of those things happened, I left an Air Cavalry Troop in Texas and joined another in Viet Nam. In the first 30 days my OH-6 was fired on five times and hit three times. This wasn't my America and neither were the riots going on back home.
Now I live in a diverse multicultural America that has lost its way, forgotten, the ideals and the greatness of its Western heritage. An American where a mayor can tell a TV reporter that he supports peaceful demonstrations, while in the background rioters set fire to a building. Men who wear dresses must be accepted as women, and mothers the government says are birthing people, and hospitals make money "transitioning" young children with surgery and drugs. Pastors and librarians invited drag queens to perform, and parents seem OK with this. School teachers who resent it when parents ask hard questions.
And saddest of all the welfare programs that blossomed in the 1960s, and our desire for cheap goods from China have disrupted rather than helped the Black Americans we wanted to see as just Americans. Now in this America everyone not in a downtrodden group is a racist by inheritance.
I am very sad to see the promise of this young audience and the simple joy of this music lost in bitter finger pointing and what seems to be to be hate and self hated. I am glad that my parents did not see this day.
Fantastic
What year?
Real music, real talent, no potty mouth lyrics. Then 4 clowns from Liverpool who couldn't carry a tune in a bucket changed all that, and became billionaires.
True in part, not in all.
what...? (splutter splutter....)
Dude.
If the Beatles are clowns, I wonder what that makes today's music