In November, 1967 I hitchhiked across the country heading for San Francisco and Berkeley. I carried at least two record albums with me. One was Dylan's "Blonde on Blonde." The other was some Youngbloods albums. After a couple of weeks in Berkeley went to Amoeba in Haight-Ashbury, an enormous record and cd store and I bought, among other things, "Earth Music" by the Youngbloods. Toni's teased me -after I had replaced Billie Holiday with -The Youngbloods- about the awful rock music. But today, walking in Central Park, she asked me what a Tim Hardin song was doing on there, a song she's always loved.

I haven't been able to get this song out of my head for weeks...


"If I listened long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried
Still I'd love to find a reason to believe

If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find a way to leave all the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried
Still I'd love to find a reason to believe

Someone like you makes it hard to live
Without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
Never thinking of myself"

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(from "Reason to Believe"
Tim Hardin)

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