Down at the local Op Shop yesterday when I came across this single trapped amongst all it's 12 inch siblings. They actually call the place the Posh Op Shop for some strange reason. Because it's not that posh. Just a lot more stuff. I saw the van for the shop down in Hampton the other day so maybe they collect their goods from Brighton and Hampton if they can actually be termed Posh suburbs anymore.
Anyway I bought the single for 50 cents took it home and washed it and it sounded brilliant. It's another song that takes me back to Fulton road Blackburn South where my brother had a record player sitting between our single beds. Sunday mornings waking up to the crisp sounds of vinyl crackling in my ear. This was always one of my favourites though I always thought it came in two parts. Monterey into San Franciscan Nights. Because that's how I always heard them. Together.
It's always one of those songs I've tried a few times to rewrite myself. I just like the repetition of those two chords. Similar to the Byrds "Rock and Roll Star" and The Shoes "Tomorrow Night"
I used to get a kick listening to the references to other sixties icons. Prince Jones moving amongst the crowd. The Who. Hendrix. Ten thousand electric guitars indeed. I kind of used that in one of my songs. And I haven't even mentioned the great rhythm section that powers this beast. Brilliant.
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