“Laurel Canyon was a place that gave you the permission to ask who you were, to find out what this life held for you and not be scrambling for some regimented job in a regimented city.” ( Jackson Browne )
I always envisioned Laurel Canyon in Southern California as an isolated mountain setting filled with celebrity music inspiration clearly set off from the massive city bustle of Los Angeles beyond. It seemed therefore likely to me on our road trip visit last week that we could “chill” enjoying some idle time there and feel less “caught up” in the carousel of time. For I could daydream there for a “spell” about that past generation of musicians that I grew up with who filled me with peace, love, and unity’s call and thus forget the pain of life’s complex problems today.
Without question, then, Ruth and I anticipated a momentous visit to Laurel Canyon as we we casually relaxed with a cup of coffee at the community’s famed Canyon Country Store. Know that this place once served as a casual hub of activity where pop music legends mingled together as “cool people”” during the late 1960s and early 1970s. We’re talking members of The Doors, Beach Boys, or Crosby, Stills, and Nash, for instance, engaging in an intimate exchange of musical energy about writing their latest new songs or perhaps Mama Cass entering the scene to recruit aspiring musical prodigies to her house for an upcoming celebrity party. How exciting it felt now to nostalgically relive in my mind those spontaneous pop star occasions as I took a morning glance at a colorful display of “retro” posters, hippie woodcraft, and graffiti artwork lining the country store that morning.
So with great enthusiasm, we looked forward to continuing our time travel experience of those free- spirited times in Laurel Canyon’s past by taking a driving tour around those crooked narrow streets creeping steeply upward to explore some remaining signs of the town’s bohemian musical past. Yet it soon became clear that Laurel Canyon throughout the town felt nothing like the openly communal aura of pop star mania that I felt earlier at the country store. For as we passed by those iconic Laurel Canyon houses where such magical songs about peace and tranquility of my era were composed, they seemed noticeably secluded by either densely packed foliage, imposing stone walls or electronic security barriers.
So with so much of the town seemingly very private and thus off-limits to tourists, it made more sense for us to spend the bulk of our driving time ascending along cliffside Mulholland Drive to instead obtain grandiose views of the vast Los Angeles Metropolis below. It seems only fitting in my mind that we will conclude our California vacation by getting our fill of some good old rock n’ roll music with a concert featuring Chicago and Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys tonight. Enjoy the photos.
This blog grabbed me from the getgo! In fact,just reading that quote by Jackson Browne had my brain hearing his music again and I could vividly recall the mid 70’s and seeing him perform in Miami on a tour he did in the mid 70’s. He was fabulous.
Oh those were the days. Great music, amazing musical artists, free spirits everywhere you turned!
Your photos were incredible! So bright and colorful and the incredible artistic lettering that was so prevalent in the late 60’s and 70’s gave me flashbacks. Your eloquently written blog perfectly described the images I too would have thought of as I imagined such a destination.
How sad that it has changed. But, I suppose we can’t expect rock and roll free expression from a special time in our past, to continue to exist in the present day. It was unique to that era. Rather like Paris and how my imagination conjures up Picasso and Chagall sitting in an outdoor cafe with so many other artists at the turn of the century while Gertrude Stein and Alice B Toklas recite poetry. The renaissance of creativity that took place in Paris in the early 1900’s will never be repeated either. Nor will the free and creative musical expression of the 60’s and 70’s ever return With the same sense of soulful innocence and brilliance. If only…but how lucky we were to experience all that happened when it was happening! ✌️❤️🎸
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Oh the memories! Jim and I saw him in 1999. He opened for the Eagles. It was in preparation for the Millennium New Years Eve concert they were all doing in California!
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And seemingly our strong connection to that music has never changed.
Hi Lesley: we were indeed lucky to have grown up during those times. You should have been there when we sat in the cafe that morning and pondered our strong connection to this musical past.
Awesome….I would love to feel the atmosphere there. It looks beautiful.
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You should . It would give you a cultural feel for what it as like to live there during those creative musical times.
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It doesn’t look too touristy either…it looks like they matained the atmosphere.
Wow! This looks like an awesome place to visit! Thanks for sharing the wonderful photos!
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Laurel Canyon exists as a shrine to the baby boomer music that molded our life aspirations thn.
very very rich hippies…
Great post! I haven’t visited since those hippy times. Jackson Browne is tops on AOC!
I’d settle for a Jackson Browne tribute band in this fragile time when my older bands
no longer tour.