Close, but on the wrong side of the sea. That’s Dalmatia, you know, where the spotted dogs come from.
Let me present the swedish 70’s.
Very political, and very left winged. Not much glitz and glamour in Sweden back in the day. ![]()
“narkotika affärer…” --very left-winged and political ![]()
Well, the first line is: “If your borne by proletarians, then you’re already sentenced”, and so it goes on. 
I should’ve said slightly left-winged. 
I listen to this whenever I am at the desk working on the computers:
A couple of reasons why: it reminds me of when I lived in San Francisco, and the music all sounds the same. I can work for hours, and it like a constant stream of over saturated reverb, the guitar rhythm is all downstroke “jing-jing-jing”, and the library so vast that you don’t hear that same song played a few hours later, and when they do play it, it has that one tiny little thing in the mix that made it stand out, probably because it wasn’t drowning in reverb. I forget I have it on, it’s that unassuming yet pretentious at the same time. Just like SF.
Man, I love love LOVE the Louvin Brothers. I think they had rthe best harmony singing of any of the bluegrass “brother” groups, and Ira’s mandolin playing is always a treat.
This might be my favorite Louvin Brothers song; it’s definitely in my top 5, for sure. Just a beautiful (and sad) song. That last verse always amazes me, what excellent writing:
You may teach the flowers to bloom in the snow
You may take a pebble and teach it to grow
You might teach all the raindrops to return to the clouds
But you can’t teach my heart to forget
When I stop dreaming
That’s when I’ll stop loving you
The Louvin Brothers - When I Stop Dreaming
German television on 13 June 1969 (but recorded earlier, I think, in New York City):
One of my most distinct childhood memories was of watching the Chambers Brothers perform “Time Has Come Today” on our black & white television in 1969 (but it was not this particular performance). I had to sneak away to the television set in the living room while my mother was washing dishes in the kitchen, and listen at low volume, because I knew my mother would not have approved of such a wild, primal performance. I was thrilled then by the performance, and I still get chills listening to the album version of this song today.