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A small screen landscape was pursuing 'braver' as JFK displayed his unique courage back in ’62. It translated to delicate subject matter creeping over the radar after Joe McCarthy attempted to dismantle truth in America during the 50's. "Naked City' was paramount in waging this war of authenticity.

In 1967 as Aretha was demanding her ‘Respect’ and The Doors were lighting fires around the globe, Prince Buster took his stand in the Pop Chart sweepstakes with these 45 RPM’s of ‘How Not To Make Female Friends Nor Influence Evolution.' Yet, many feminists found this piece a cool, ska novelty.

The scripture according to Madison Avenue in the 60’s stated that odors of the mouth required military action, cigarettes were not only cool but necessary if you wanted to make time with a gone chick and that pain relief was a pill poppin’ counter purchase away. Evolution is a slow boat to K-Mart.

Native gifts have given Rosanne a career that any artist could be proud of. Still, I’m uncertain that she is as appreciated as she should be. She soars differently than many who inherit the country cross. Her voice is fragile, sad and elegant. She whispers an intelligence only hurt can advise.

Joe was Soul Man #1 when R&B reigned as King and Queen of the hopped up radio sensibilities. Tex suggested that you best ‘Hold On To What You’ve Got” at a time when someone had to also inform us that ‘The Love You Save” could be your own. This was the new black Poetry in notion back in ’64.

‘Naked City’ introduced audiences to the new voices T.V drama demanded. Thespians such as Robert Redford, Burt Reynolds, Sandy Dennis, Tony Franciosa and Robert Blake took startling televised turns of sensation and script to higher levels in the acting racket. This is the stuff dreams were made of.

This is Zimmy at his best and possessed. They say it’s wise to stay away from politics and religion during conversation if one desires to retain friends. Well, Bobby always had the nerve of a poet.. One must anticipate some divine Bob conflict's if you want to keep your seat on his Slow Train.

Here’s a serenader whose sound statement was delivered through a lighthouse of sparkling purity, streaming toward a shore of Soul salvation. Roy was the cat the 60’s incarnation of Elvis wished to sound like. Roy was comfortable issuing Soul, Pop, Rock and sacred tonality. Long Live Roy Hamilton.

Chubby was twisted when that word really meant something. Later, he embarked upon a quest for acceptability beyond the dance craze component that had enveloped his persona and career. The road twisted again in 1982 when Chubby recorded this Springsteen inspired non smash written by Joe Russo.

The Pop industry can be a beast. If Billboard tells fans you are a one night novelty then you best be prepared for the novelty to wear off. Norma still speaks of playing to massive crowds in ‘66 and thinking, ‘I’m too educated for this. I could be a Professor!’ I profess that this is one cool cut.

Jennifer can sound like a delicate, romantic , renaissance chanteuse gone country, punked or Cohen. She can also magically recite a fragile musical manuscript such as this piece. There are few who pursue the troubadour test and text, willing to risk it all within a phrasing cavalcade as she does

Karl Wallinger formed this solo project in ’86 after leaving The Waterboys. This psalm was his most noted triumph. It contains elements that speak Jazz, R&B and Gospel Poetics. I dare many current artists to match its catch, focus, intent or home produced savvy. It is an uncommon gemstone.

Scott was a great fuckin’ vocalist. His unfortunate designation was to forever represent the 60’s Flower Power podium of Daisy sportin’ Hippie Bambinos through the clear anthem ‘San Francisco.’ Fate and fame can be a double whammy of a bewitchin’ bitchin’ brew. Scott was better than advertised.

With the exception of Dylan’s ‘Blonde On Blonde’ and of course ‘Sgt Peppers’, the LP ‘Forever Changes’ as captained by Love has always been my selection as ‘Best 60’s Album.’ The wild tribute as showcased on ‘Mondo Mutiny’ touches a heated surface in suggesting Love's overcast & joyous contributions

I first felt J.B. on an LP titled “Chicago: The Blues Today” in ’66. There was something painfully joyous in his messaging I always retained. It related to how we translate this mortal coil we are bound to. He had that ‘cry’ in his voice so many strive for. It’s the vigorous wail life demands.