Live 1967
| Live 1967 | |
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| Live album by The Red Crayola | |
| Released | 1998 |
| Recorded | 1967 |
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| Label |  Drag City
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Track listing
| No. | Title | Length |
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| 1. | "Venice Pavillion Concert" (6/29 afternoon) | 27:03 |
| 2. | "Venice Motel Piece 1" (6/29 evening) | 12:35 |
| 3. | "Venice Motel Piece 2" (6/29 evening) | 4:16 |
| Total length: | 43:55 | |
| No. | Title | Length |
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| 1. | "Dust" (7/2 evening) | 27:46 |
| 2. | "Red Crayola with John Fahey" (7/3 afternoon) | 22:53 |
| 3. | "Jubilee Concert" (7/4 afternoon) | 14:08 |
| Total length: | 64:49 | |
Background
Live album
- 2019: tribute album
Play The Red Krayola Live 1967
Reviews
Aiding & Abetting
November 23, 1998[1]
Not the Red Krayola that we've heard in recent years. Well, yeah, it sorta is, but the sounds are somewhat different. Lately (in the past five years or so), Mayo Thompson's reformed Red Krayola has trafficked in eclectic pop, but for the most part, stuff that is recognizable as pop. This stuff can only be recognized as slightly controlled chaos.
I can't imagine sitting at a festival and listening to this racket. Now, I dig it in my house, when I'm somewhat prepared for the wild , semi-controlled feedback lines emanating from the guitar, but if I was sitting down at a folk festival in 1967, I might have the same reaction as some of the crowd (who can be heard quite clearly often enough) who wailed or hurled insults in response.
Self-indulgent is one easy way to put it. Particularly the first, 26-minute track on the first disc. The other two pieces on that disc, recorded without an audience, are more crafted (relatively, anyway) and do kinda resemble some of the latter-day Krayola work. Of course, the live (in front of an audience) pieces on the second disc are as chaotic as the first piece. Nothing like a few people to encourage "artistic experimentation". Or something like that.
A real trip. Seriously. Sitting around the casa, I like the more adventurous stuff, the self-indulgent exercises in sonic mayhem. But I sure wouldn't have liked it had I been in the audience. Just a temperament thing. These are jams to end all jams, in both the good and the bad senses. Oh, the humanity!