My God this is dreadful. Not the production,cinematography etc. As a documentary it's commendable. But the subject matter is just dire. I loved the sixties and the San Fran sound of Jefferson Airplane and the fantastic folk/rock psychedelia both in England and the US. I'm Irish but spent a good part of 1970 in the states trying to find hippy - but I was a year too late. Instead I attended a series of rock festivals where the grass was good but most of the music pure crap. The big thing of that summer was this incredibly dreary , utterly tedious simpleton called James Taylor. Around that time an outrageously overrated LP of suicide-inducing blandness Tapestry from a James Taylor fellow traveler Carol King topped the charts for over a year !! Crosby Stills & Nash looked cool but sang similarly bland tripe. It all culminated with the the kings of mindfrying blandness and mellow crassness the Eagles. A guy called Jackson Brown also contributed his "look at me - I have long hair, write my own lyrics , can strum a guitar soul-lessly ad infinitum ,am trying to find myself" to the general dullness of what apparently was the LA canyon "sound". Worst of all was the freaky sounding Joni Mitchell , a girl with the most unlovely smile and the the weirdest shoulders atop an almost hunchback spine. She is an incredibly awful singer. But the biggest prat of all is the moody shriek himself - Neil Young. If you watch this documentary I dare you to suppress laughter as this idiot self-consciously , pretentiously and with much hair-flicking and dandruff itching informs us that he might be willing to reveal his thoughts in song (if we behave ? ).
I usually love music documentaries and I love rock but the people who inhabit this film made such really bad music that it's pure torture to watch it.
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