Friday, December 30, 2011

Cyrkle - Read Rubber Ball - VietNam

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Cyrkle, a sixties pop group with wonderful harmony (and a tambourine or two) did two fabulous songs. May I share them with you? I heard the first one in Mr. Gerald Thompson's sixth-grade class...


http://youtu.be/EbDKN0dk54M





And this second one has a great double-speed toy piano solo (a primitive engineering trick) and some wonderful sitar riffs. The harmony is splendid. The sound is actually (dare I say it?) bouncy! Please follow us on Twitter (see the birdie below) for more RadioDAZZ -- or is it DAZZRadio?

TURN DOWN DAY

http://youtu.be/ZqrsGXjRLds



The Sixties were wonderful, but the Vietnam War still haunts many. These are some comments posted to YouTube at the end of this song...I was very young, and at the time, I didn't really understand what the war was about. When I was 17, it was the last year of the draft lottery -- I was number 362. A friend of mine (an ardent patriot as well) drew number 7; he went to Vietnam and never returned - he died there, and for years and years after that happened, his family could not get any straight answers from the U.S. Government about the circumstances surrounding his death. The war was just about over, too. R.I.P. Charlie C.

"Man ,I hear this and it makes me miss my big brother. This use to play on the radio when he was a young Marine and leaving for Vietnam and me and all my other brothers had to tell him goodbye. We were all ballin' our eyes out. I loved being a kid in the 60's but hated that f*&)^%n war! It ruined my beautiful brother. He was never the same when he returned and finally died in 1992..."

"Makes me want to lie on a beach and forget all the troubles of the world. Despite the war in Vietnam and much rebellion, America was a far better place in the 1960s when this song was released. It is much worse today. I feel bad for children growing up in the 2010s. They have a very, VERY bleak future..."

"My deepest sympathy brother. I lost my older brother in 1966 in that shit hole of a country. He was shot down in a helicopter and gone at 18 frikkin' yrs. old. It screwed my whole family up for years and Christmas was never the same again. He had just bought this Cyrkle LP days before he left for Nam. I truly hurt for you."

"Thank you friend and likewise I feel the same for you and all the pain your family had to endure. The sixties were great to be a kid and the music and culture were good ,but that friggin war broke so many families. My brother came back but still fought the war in his mind years after it was over. These kids coming back from Iraq will have to go through the same thing..."
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To quote an old war protest folk song*, "Oh when will they ever learn?/ When will they ever learn?..."

* "Where Have All The Flowers Gone?"






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