Forty five years have passed since that Summer of Love, when nearly 100,000 people cascaded into San Francisco’s (then and now) bohemian Haight-Ashbury neighborhood. 1967 was very much a year for “people in motion” but “the strange vibration” had its genesis that January, with a counterculture “gathering of tribes for a Human Be-In” at neighboring Golden Gate Park. Perhaps you were there too.

Organized by Beat Generation icon, Michael Bowen, the “Be-In” featured prominent counterculture speakers along with some of San Francisco’s finest rock bands and was specifically devised to be imitated because, in Bowen’s words, “A new concept of celebrations beneath the human underground must emerge, become conscious, and be shared, so a revolution can be formed with a renaissance of compassion, awareness, and love, and the revelation of unity for all mankind.”

More than 30,000 people showed up and the event succeeded beyond anyone’s wildest dreams.  Certainly John Phillips of The Mamas & the Papas was impressed and, with the “Be-In” spirit in mind, he and some associates conceived, planned and (throughout the spring) organized the three-day Monterey International Pop Music Festival.

Held that June at the Monterey Fair Grounds (a couple of hours down Highway 1 from San Francisco) where popular Jazz and Folk festivals had long been enjoyed, Phillips and his fellow promoters saw “Monterey Pop” as a way to uphold rock music as an art form.  Mixing musical genres and placing established groups next to groundbreaking acts, it has since become the template for popular music festivals right to this day.

By the festival’s Sunday-at-midnight culmination, nearly 90,000 people had gathered in and (especially) around the fairgrounds, having grooved to performances by the likes of: Simon & Garfunkel, Country Joe and the Fish, The Grateful Dead, The Byrds, Buffalo Springfield, Jefferson Airplane, Steve Miller Band, Moby Grape, Canned Heat, Eric Burden & the Animals, Johnny Rivers, The Butterfield Blues Band, The Association….and the relatively unknown Laura Nyro.

But Monterey Pop is best remembered for serving as the first major American venue for Ravi Shankar, Janis Joplin, Otis Redding (with Booker T. & the M.G.s), The Who and The Jimi Hendrix Experience.  As a matter of fact on that final evening Pete Townshend won a coin toss with Jimi Hendrix and The Who appeared first, as each refused to go on after the other, mainly because both acts featured instrument-demolishing conclusions to their sets – Townshend smashing his guitar amid smoke bombs while Keith Moon kicked over his drum kit; Hendrix kneeling before his wailing guitar while playing “Wild Thing”, then dousing it with lighter fluid and setting it aflame before smashing it and throwing the still keening instrument into the audience.

While John Phillips and his (much more mellow) Mamas & the Papas, followed Hendrix, Scott McKenzie helped to close the show with today’s selection. Written that spring by Phillips, specifically for his childhood friend and former band mate, McKenzie (born Phillip Blondheim in 1939) the song was initially meant to be a means of promoting the Monterey Pop Festival.

Instead, “San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair)”  instantly became a global hit upon its May release, reaching Number 4 on the U.S. Billboard Charts while topping the charts in the UK and throughout much of Europe.  It even crossed the Iron Curtain and served as an anthem during the following year’s Prague Spring uprising.

And when combined with the Media’s sudden infatuation with all things counterculture it was this song in particular that fueled that massive summer convergence all those years ago. While a hippie revolution was in the works in major cities throughout North America and Europe, Haight Ashbury remained its epicenter and by mid-July a full-blown social experiment was underway, with its unbridled creative expression, guileless communal living, mind-bending psychedelia….and (“people in motion”) rampant free love.

 LISTEN TO TODAY’S SELECTION – Wednesday 11 July

San Francisco

If you’re going to San Francisco

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

If you’re going to San Francisco

You’re gonna meet some gentle people there

For those who come to San Francisco

Summertime will be a love-in there

In the streets of San Francisco

Gentle people with flowers in their hair

All across the nation such a strange vibration

People in motion

There’s a whole generation with a new explanation

People in motion, people in motion

 For those who come to San Francisco

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

If you come to San Francisco

Summertime will be a love-in there

If you come to San Francisco

Summertime will be a love-in there

When last we observed singer Tony Burrows (Wednesday 6 June) it was noted that he is the only person ever to front three different groups on the same episode of BBC TV’s Top of the Pops; most memorably singing “Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes” with Edison Lighthouse.  If you read that post perhaps you’ll recall that Burrows (who has sung more hit singles with different groups than any other recording artist in history) had one of his earliest hits with “Let’s Go to San Francisco” while with the Flowerpot Men, which was co-written and backed by one John Carter.

Born in the West Midland city of Birmingham in 1942, John Nicholas Shakespeare (stage name Carter) had his hand in as many musical pies as Burrows throughout the ‘60s and early ‘70s – either as a song writer, with credits that include “Can’t You Hear My Heartbeat” for Herman’s Hermits, “Knock, Knock Who’s There” which was a Eurovision Song finalist for Mary Hopkin, and “Is it True?” for Brenda Lee – or as a vocalist backing The Who on “I Can’t Explain”, Tom Jones on “It’s Not Unusual”, Jeff Beck on “Hi Ho Silver Lining”, Sandie Shaw on “Always Something There to Remind Me” and singing lead for (remember this one?) The New Vaudeville Band’s “Winchester Cathedral”.

By 1974 the boon years were cooling for Carter, but inspired by the Beach Boys’ Brian Wilson (and by the horn arrangements in Jean Sibelius’ Fifth Symphony), he and his wife, Gillian wrote today’s selection far from any beach (unless you count the banks of the Pen Pond in Richmond Park), while at home in East Sheen, London SW14. Envisioning a complex production with layered vocals, Carter then enlisted his old associate, Tony Burrows among others, to help in recording the song under the name of The First Class.

Reaching the Number 13 spot on the UK Charts, “Beach Baby” especially resonated in the U.S. where it peaked at Number 4 on the Billboard Charts, although it would prove to be the last big hit both for Burrows, who still continues with his successful session career and Carter, who has moved on the the lucrative advertising jingle market while managing his extensive back catalog.

 LISTEN TO TODAY’S SELECTION – Tuesday 10 July

Beach Baby

 Do you remember back in old L.A. (Oh, oh, oh)

When everybody drove a Chevrolet (Oh, oh, oh)

Whatever happened to the boy next door

The sun-tanned, crew cut, All-American male?

 Remember dancing at the high school hop?

The dress I ruined with the soda pop?

I didn’t recognize the girl next door

With beat up sneakers and a pony tail

 Beach baby, beach baby, give me your hand

Give me something that I can remember

Just like before we can walk by the shore in the moonlight

Beach baby, beach baby, there on the sand

From July to the end of September

Surfin’ was fun we’d be out in the sun every day

 Ooooh, I never thought that it could end

Ooooh, and I was everybody’s friend

Long hot days

Blue sea haze

Jukebox plays

But now it’s fading away

We couldn’t wait for graduation day (Oh, oh, oh)

We took the car and drove to San Jose (Oh, oh, oh)

That’s where you told me that you’d wear my ring

I guess you don’t remember anything

Beach baby, beach baby, give me your hand

Give me something that I can remember

Just like before we can walk by the shore in the moonlight

Beach baby, beach baby, there on the sand

From July til the end of September

Surfin’ was fun we’d be out in the sun every day

 Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh

Beach baby, beach baby, give me your hand

Give me something that I can remember

Just like before we can walk by the shore in the moonlight

Beach baby, beach baby, there on the sand

From July til the end of September

Surfin’ was fun we’d be out in the sun every day

Ringo was wrong.  Back in the early-to-mid ‘60s BBC Television ran a popular Saturday night program called Juke Box Jury (based on Jukebox Jury in the States), where celebrity guests served as judges and considered the hit potential of newly released records. They’d then hit a buzzer if they forecasted a “hit” or a hooter if they foresaw a “miss”.

Generally comprising two male and two female judges, the panel changed on a weekly basis and through the years consisted of such diverse figures as: Alfred Hitchcock, Spike Milligan, Johnny Mathis, David McCallum, Cilla Black, Roy Orbison, Petula Clark, Jayne Mansfield, Cliff Richard, Paul Anka, Tony Orlando, Sean Connery, Albert Finney, Peter Sellers, Henry Mancini, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Marianne Faithfull, Liza Minnelli, Twiggy, Lulu and Long John Baldry.

Popular with both younger and older viewers the program is said to have confirmed “adult (anti-pop) and youthful prejudices at the same time.” Certainly this was so when, in 1963, the four Beatles appeared together, and in ’64 when the five Rolling Stones (the only time there were more than four judges) did the same. As Keith Richards later admitted, “We just trashed every record they played.”

Later on, the Beatles also appeared separately on the program, as did Brian Epstein, and in 1964 Ringo Starr “hooted” today’s selection…which would soon peak at Number 7 on the U.S. Billboard Charts.

Discovered in a London club, David Stuart Chadwick (aka Chad Stuart) and Michael Thomas Jeremy Clyde (Jeremy Clyde), both born in 1941, formed the folk rock duo, Chad & Jeremy. After having an international hit with the single, “Yesterday’s Gone” in 1963 (thanks in large part to the “British Invasion” momentum) the duo recorded an album of the same name, which included “A Summer Song”.

Released as a single in July of 1964 (precisely 48 years ago) the UK version, which failed to chart (so maybe Ringo wasn’t all wrong after all) opened with Chad & Jeremy trading vocals, while the concurrent American version (which remained on the Billboard charts for six weeks) featured them singing in unison throughout.

“You’d never hear something that sweet in the British charts,” opined Chad Stuart, “for some reason in America it worked. I don’t honestly know why.”

 LISTEN TO TODAY’S SELECTION – Monday 9 July

A Summer Song

 Trees swayin’ in the summer breeze

Showin’ off their silver leaves

As we walk by

 Soft kisses on a summer’s day

Laughing all our cares away

Just you and I

Sweet sleepy warmth of summer nights

Gazing at the distant lights

In the starry sky

They say that all good things must end someday

Autumn leaves must fall

But don’t you know that it hurts me so

To say goodbye to you

Wish you didn’t have to go

No, no, no, no

 And when the rain

Beats against my windowpane

I’ll think of summer days again

And dream of you

 They say that all good things must end someday

Autumn leaves must fall

But don’t you know that it hurts me so

To say goodbye to you

Wish you didn’t have to go

No, no, no, no

And when the rain

Beats against my windowpane

I’ll think of summer days again

And dream of you

And dream of you

Born in 1939 in Altoona, PA, saxophonist Paul Winter formed the Paul Winter Sextet when he was a student at Northwestern University. The group went on to win the Intercollegiate Jazz Festival contest and was quickly signed by Columbia Records. The following year (1962) they played 160 concerts in 23 Latin American countries (serving as cultural ambassadors for the State Department) and became the first jazz band to perform at the White House.

A pioneer of the “World Music” (as in “someone else’s local music”) and “Space Music” (as in contemplative spaciousness) genres, and a recipient of the Courage of Conscience Award for “creating music that celebrates the sacredness of life,” by the late ‘60s Winter had changed the name of his group to the Paul Winter Consort.

Today’s selection comes from their 1982 album “Missa Gaia” (“Missa” is Latin for “Mass”, “Gaia” is Greek for “Mother Nature”), also referred to as “Earth Mass” composed after the Paul Winter Consort became artists in residence at New York’s Cathedral of St. John the Divine.

Written by Kim Oler (and featured in a slightly different arrangement in the pleasingly venerated UU Hymnbook as “For the Earth Forever Turning”), the text for “The Blue Green Hills of Earth” was suggested to Oler by Winter who was inspired by Robert Heinlein’s 1947 short story, “The Green Hills of Earth” which in turn was inspired by C. L. Moore’s 1933 short story “Shambleau”.

In Heinlein’s futuristic story an aging spaceship engineer and poet (who has been blinded by radiation poisoning) crisscrosses the solar system, writing songs along the way.  Now near the end of his life he hitches a ride on a shuttle back to Earth so that he can be buried where he was born. After entering an irradiated area to save the ship from destruction he asks that the crew record his final song and dies moments after reciting the final verse…

We pray for one last landing/ On the globe that gave us birth/ Let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies/ And the cool, green hills of Earth.

LISTEN TO TODAY’S SELECTION – Sunday 8 July

The Blue, Green Hills of Earth

 For the earth, forever turning

For the skies, for every sea

To our Lord we sing returning

Home to our blue green hills of earth

For the earth, forever turning

For the skies, for every sea

To our God we sing returning

Home to our blue green hills of earth

 For the mountains, hills and pastures

In their silent majesty

For all life, for all of nature

Sing we our joyful praise to thee

For the sun, for rain and thunder

For the land that makes us free

For the stars, for all the heavens

Sing we our joyful praise to thee

For the earth forever turning

For the skies, for every sea

To our Lord we sing returning

Home to our blue green hills of earth

Here we are again, my friends, that sultry season when we in the Northern Hemisphere venture out of doors in pursuit of our gardens and barbeques and picnic baskets. The baseball diamonds (and yes, cricket pitches) are much scuffled by seasonal leagues while area beaches and pools emerge as the stuff of song.

Although it means returning yet again to Mr. Wainwright III (who as a young man sold his guitar for yoga lessons) one would be hard pressed to put forth a better summertime melody than this, featured on his fourth album in 1973, “Attempted Mustache”.

Recorded in Nashville, that’s his then-wife, Kate McGarrigle on banjo.  She and her sister, Anna would cover “The Swimming Song” on their debut album, just a few years later.

“AAAAAA-eeeeee!!!!”

LISTEN TO TODAY’S SELECTION – Saturday 7 July

The Swimming Song

This summer I went swimming,

This summer I might have drowned.

But I held my breath and I kicked my feet

And I moved my arms around,

I moved my arms around.

 This summer I swam in the ocean,

And I swam in a swimming pool.

Salt my wounds, chlorine my eyes,

I’m a self-destructive fool,

A self-destructive fool.

This summer I did the backstroke

And you know that’s not all

I did the breaststroke and the butterfly

And the old Australian crawl,

The old Australian crawl.

 This summer I swam in a public place

And a reservoir, to boot,

At the latter I was informal,

At the former I wore my suit,

I wore my swimming suit.

This summer I did swan dives

And jackknifes for you all

And once when you weren’t looking

I did a cannonball,

I did a cannonball.

 This summer I went swimming,

This summer I might have drowned

But I held my breath and I kicked my feet

And I moved my arms around,

I moved my arms around.

Born in 1905 near Spiro, Oklahoma (“Indian territory” as it was then known) Albert Edward Brumley spent a good part of his youth picking cotton, going to church on Sunday and living the humble existence of a sharecropper’s son.  Although life was hard, it wasn’t dull.  Work was considered a noble endeavor and, as his father was a decent fiddle player, music was prevalent most evenings after supper.

A shy, scrawny, but “always clean” kid, who was known to play baseball in bib overalls and a tie, by the time he was a teen people began to take note of his rich, bass voice. At age 16, Brumley wrote his first song (which took six years to have published) but it wasn’t until he was 21 that he finally left the family farm and, wearing his only suit, boarded a bus for the small coal-mining town of Hartford, Arkansas with his sites keenly set on attending the Musical Institute of Hartford.

The Institute was owned and operated by Eugene Monroe Bartlett, who also owned the Hartford Music Company.  When young Brumley found him in his office and expressed interest in learning how to sing and write music Bartlett asked if he had the five dollars for tuition.

“No sir, Mr. Bartlett, I don’t have any money period,” was the answer.

Bartlett then looked the skinny young man up and down and said, “Well, in that case you’d better go over to my house and board.”

By 1931, Brumley, now a published song writer and singing teacher, met and married his wife, Goldie and eventually settled by the banks of the Big Sugar Creek in Powell, Missouri. After the death of his kindly benefactor, Eugene Bartlett, the couple purchased the Hartford Music Company. More significantly, over the next five decades Albert Brumley would write more than 800 songs and is now recognized as the preeminent gospel songwriter of the 20^th Century.

Brumley once said that he came up with the idea for today’s selection while picking cotton in his teens. Humming and singing an old secular ballad (“The Prisoner’s Song”) that featured the line “If I had the wings of an angel, over these prison walls I would fly,” it occurred to him that prison made a fine analogy for earthly life and that he could use the ballad as a basis for a gospel song.

Ultimately published in 1929, Brumley later admitted that when he finally managed to complete the song, “I had no idea that it would become so universally popular.”  As a matter of fact it is believed to be the most recorded gospel song ever written. Long considered to be a bluegrass standard, “I’ll Fly Away” is also featured in various Christian denominational hymnals, including those used by Baptists, Pentecostals, Nazarenes, Church of Christ and Methodists.

Today’s selection is performed by Gillian Welch and (our old favorite) Alison Krauss and was featured on the “O Brother, Where Art Thou?” Soundtrack.

 LISTEN TO TODAY’S SELECTION – Sunday 1 July

I’ll Fly Away

 Some glad morning when this life is o’er,

I’ll fly away

To a home on God’s celestial shore,

I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).

 I’ll fly away, Oh Glory

I’ll fly away (in the morning)

When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,

I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).

 When the shadows of this life have gone,

I’ll fly away

Like a bird from prison bars has flown,

I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away)

I’ll fly away, Oh Glory

I’ll fly away (in the morning)

When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,

I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).

 Just a few more weary days and then,

I’ll fly away

To a land where joy shall never end,

I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away)

 I’ll fly away, Oh Glory

I’ll fly away (in the morning)

When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,

I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).

It’s said that dream interpretation dates back at least 5,000 years, as evidenced by Sumerian clay tablets.  While Mesopotamians believed the soul departs the body of a  sleeping person and actually visits the places being dreamed about, the Babylonians envisioned their dreams as omens.  Ancient Egyptians thought that dreams came laden with divine messages and there were those who would go so far as to sleep on “dream beds” in hopes of receiving comfort and advice from the gods.

The Chinese imagined that part of the soul journeys to a special dream realm during slumber, while the Greeks supposed that the gods themselves visited the dreamer.  As a matter of fact it was both a Greek and Egyptian belief that that one could actually “incubate” dreams with the intention of receiving divine prophesies and revelations.

Although the gods no longer seem to inhabit this earthly realm, dream interpretation remains. A perennial classic in the field of psychology, is “The Interpretation of Dreams” in which Freud (whose middle name was Schlomo) identified dreams as “the royal road to the unconscious,” theorizing that they’re manifestations of subconcious fears and desires, often relating to early childhood memories or obsessions.

One of Freud’s most devoted followers was the young Carl Jung, who eventually rejected many of his mentor’s theories, while expanding upon others.  Acknowledging that dreams relate to one’s unconscious desires he also contended that they present us with revelations that can help to resolve emotional or even spiritual issues.

All rum stuff for an activity that tends to occupy about a quarter of our time asleep; but now it’s time to close the book on all this dreaming with a final selection.  And as there are so many dream-themed songs to choose from a little divine revelation might have been nice.  Here are a few examples:

• Dreams – Fleetwood Mac (The Corrs covered it too, neither one’s a favorite)
• Dream a Little Dream of Me – Cass Elliot version (close but no cigar)
• Innocent When You Dream – Tom Waits
• All That You Dream – Little Feat
• American Dream – Lucinda Williams
• Bad Dreams – Lick the Tins
• Boulevard of Broken Dream – Green Day
• When I Grow Too Old to Dream – Vera Lynn
• Have a Little Dream on Me – Fats Waller
• Last Night I had a Dream – Randy Newman
• Our Bungalow of Dreams – Bix Beiderbecke
• Poor Helpless Dreams – Ron Sexsmith
• Deep in a Dream – Frank Sinatra
• Sweet Dreams Are Made of These – Eurythmics
• The Blues is Just a Bad Dream – James Taylor
• Army Dreamers – Kate Bush
• When I Dream – Chrystal Gayle
• A Dream Lives on Forever – Todd Rundgren

In the end I went with a track from Suzanne Vega’s third album, “Days of Open Hand”.  Released in 1990, it’s not to be confused with the Bruce Springsteen song of the same name from his tenth album, “Lucky Town”, or the Steve Miller Band’s tenth album, which like today’s selection is entitled “Book of Dreams”.

LISTEN TO TODAY’S SELECTION – Saturday 30 June

Book of Dreams

 In my book of dreams

In my book of dreams

In my book of dreams

I took your urgent whisper

Stole the arc of a white wing

Rode like foam on the river of pity

Turned its tide to strength

Healed the hole that ripped in living

In my book of dreams

In my book of dreams

In my book of dreams

 The spine is bound to last a life

Tough enough to take the pounding

Pages made of days of open hand

 In my book of dreams

In my book of dreams

In my book of dreams

 Number every page in silver

Underline in magic marker

Take the name of every prisoner

Yours is there my word of honor

 I took your urgent whisper

Stole the arc of a white wing

Rode like foam on the river of pity

Healed the hole that ripped in living

In my book of dreams

In my book of dreams

In my book of dreams

Founded in New York’s Bowery in 1973, the awning read: CBGB and beneath that, OMFUG, acronyms of the kind of music that club owner Hilly Kristal meant to feature: “Country Bluegrass Blues” and “Other Music For Uplifting Gormandizers.” Affectionately referred to as CB’s, Kristol also intended to feature poetry readings.

Instead CBGB became world-famous as the birthplace of America’s Punk and New Wave movements. This was in an era when there were very few locations in New York where unknown bands could play their original songs. Purely by coincidence (at least in the beginning) and as a way to avoid having to pay ASCAP royalties, the otherwise open-minded Kristal had but one rule that a group must follow if they were to play in his venue, they must play mainly original music….

Throughout the 1970s the club helped to foster such fledgling groups as: the Ramones, The B-52’s, Joan Jett & The Blackhearts, Talking Heads, Television, the Patti Smith Group, Mink Deville and (in more than one variation), Blondie.

Born in Miami in 1945, Deborah Ann Harry graduated from Centenary College in Hackettstown, New Jersey before moving to New York and finding work, variously, as a secretary (at BBC Radio), a Playboy Bunny and a go-go dancer. She had musical aspirations throughout, of course, and recorded an album with the folk rock group, The Wind in the Willows in the late ‘60s.

In the early ‘70s she sang with The Stilettos, which performed at CBGB.  Eventually Harry and the group’s guitarist (and her subsequent life partner) Chris Stein formed a group called Angel and the Snake, a name that was shortly changed in honor of the frequent catcalls the stunning singer would receive whenever she walked down the street, “Hey Blondie!”

Continual regulars at CBGB, Blondie released its eponymous debut album in 1976 to decent reviews but tepid sales, and it wasn’t until 1978, with the release of their second and third albums (“Plastic Letters” and “Parallel Lines”) that they met with mainstream success. Today’s selection was featured on the group’s fourth album “Eat to the Beat” in 1979, reaching Number 27 on the U.S. Billboard charts and Number 2 on the UK Charts.

Sadly CBGB was forced to close over a rent dispute in 2005 (a high-end men’s fashion designer is now in the location) and Hilly Kristal died a few years later.  As for (“they’re a group, not a girl”) Blondie, after a few hiatuses they’re back on tour and at the age of 66, Debbie Harry still owns the stage, as she did a few months ago at the New Orleans Jazz Fest, while working through the group’s exceptional playlist, including… not “Dream” or “Dreams” but… “Dreaming”.

LISTEN TO TODAY’S SELECTION – Friday 29 June 

Dreaming

 When I met you in the restaurant

You could tell I was no debutante

You asked me what’s my pleasure

A movie or a measure?

I’ll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming

Dreaming is free

I don’t want to live on charity

Pleasure’s real or is it fantasy?

Reel to reel is living rarity

People stop and stare at me

We just walk on by, we just keep on dreaming

 Feet, feet, walking a two mile

Meet, meet, meet me at the turnstile

I never met him, I’ll never forget him

Dream, dream, even for a little while

Dream, dream, filling up an idle hour

Fade away, radiate

 I sit by and watch the river flow

I sit by and watch the traffic go

Imagine something of your very own

Something you can have and hold

I’d build a road in gold

Just to have some dreaming

 Dreaming is free

Dreaming

Dreaming is free

Dreaming

Dreaming is free

Dreaming

Dreaming is free…

Long utilized by Northeastern Woodlands tribes as a food ingredient (especially for on-the-go pemmican), as well as a dye and a wound medicine, they called the red berries “sassamanash” and showed the famished Plymouth Pilgrims how best to eat them.  Noting how the acidic fruit’s evergreen plant resembled the neck, head and bill of a crane when it was in bloom, the English settlers referred to the shrub as a “craneberry” bush. Within a generation or two it was “cranberry”.

Henry Hall, a Revolutionary War veteran living in Dennis, Massachusetts is believed to have been the first to actually farm the berries, which were soon being shipped to Europe.  By the 1820s cranberry bushes were being planted in Russia and the Nordic countries, while in North America they were eventually grown as far west as British Columbia and Washington State.

While Massachusetts remains the second largest producer of the antioxidant-rich “superfruit”, more than half of all cranberries harvested in America now come from Wisconsin.  However, due to their bitter/sour/sharp flavor only five percent of these are actually purchased fresh. As a matter of fact the leading cranberry product today is cranberry juice cocktail, which (though pleasingly tart) contains a tablespoon of sugar per ounce.

So perhaps it was a glucose spike that led Mike and Noel Hogan, a couple of brothers in Limerick, Ireland, (home of that kind of verse that …”packs laughs anatomical…in a space that is quite economical”) to name their newly formed band, The Cranberry Saw Us (a pun, as in “cranberry sauce”) in 1989.  After losing their lead singer a year or so later they advertised for a new one and auditioned Dolores O’Riordan, who had taken one of the band’s demos and arrived at the session with re-written lyrics and a new melody.

She was hired on the spot and asked to re-craft another demo. Eventually the resulting songs, “Linger” and today’s selection, would turn out to be the (sensibly renamed) Cranberries biggest hits after being featured on the group’s debut album, “Everybody Else is Doing it, So Why Can’t We?”

Unlike this week’s Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday’s selections, each entitled “Dream,” you will be pleased to know that we have finally progressed, and today’s selection is entitled “Dreams”.

LISTEN TO TODAY’S SELECTION – Thursday 28 June 

Dreams

 Oh, my life is changing everyday

In every possible way

And my dreams it’s never quiet as it seems

Never quiet as it seems

 I know I’ve felt like this before

But now I’m feeling it even more

Because it came from you

And then I open up and see

The person falling here is me

A different way to be

 I want more, impossible to ignore

Impossible to ignore

And they’ll come true, impossible not to do

Impossible not to do

 And now I tell you openly

You have my heart so don’t hurt me

You’re what I couldn’t find

A totally amazing mind

So understanding and so kind

You’re everything to me

 Oh, my life is changing every day

In every possible way

And my dreams it’s never quiet as it seems

‘Cause you’re a dream to me, dream to me