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Moby Grape's career was a long, sad series of minor disasters, in which nearly anything that could have gone wrong did (poor handling by their record company, a variety of legal problems, a truly regrettable deal with their manager, creative and personal differences among the bandmembers, and the tragic breakdown of guitarist and songwriter Skip Spence), but their self-titled debut album was their one moment of unqualified triumph. Moby Grape is one of the finest (perhaps the finest) album to come out of the San Francisco psychedelic scene, brimming with great songs and fresh ideas while blessedly avoiding the pitfalls that pockmarked the work of their contemporaries -- no long, unfocused jams, no self-indulgent philosophy, and no attempts to sonically re-create the sound of an acid trip. Instead, Moby Grape built their sound around the brilliantly interwoven guitar work of Jerry Miller, Peter Lewis, and Skip Spence, and the clear, bright harmonies of all five members (drummer Don Stevenson and bassist Bob Mosely sang just as well as they held down the backbeat).
As songwriters, Moby Grape blended straight-ahead rock & roll, smart pop, blues, country, and folk accents into a flavorful brew that was all their own, with a clever melodic sense that reflected the lysergic energy surrounding them without drowning in it. And producer David Rubinson got it all on tape in a manner that captured the band's infectious energy and soaring melodies with uncluttered clarity, while subtly exploring the possibilities of the stereo mixing process. "Omaha," "Fall on You," "Hey Grandma," and "8:05" sound like obvious hits (and might have been if Columbia hadn't released them as singles all at once), but the truth is there isn't a dud track to be found here, and time has been extremely kind to this record. Moby Grape is as refreshing today as it was upon first release, and if fate prevented the group from making a follow-up that was as consistently strong, for one brief shining moment Moby Grape proved to the world they were one of America's great bands. While history remembers the Grateful Dead and Jefferson Airplane as being more important, the truth is neither group ever made an album quite this good. (AllMusic Guide)
LISTEN MY FRIEND: I remember Mike Douglas. What an idiot. But he did have some great guests—e.g., John Lennon, Frank Zappa, Moby Grape.
1967, Monterey Pop: Tommy Smothers introduces the first act: Moby Grape. (Hear more from that concert here.)
Guitarist Jerry Miller remembers the band, and the loss of Skip Spence to LSD. (Both Spence and Mosely were eventually diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. LSD didn't help.)
A cover of the band's "Naked If I Want To" by Cat Power, one of my favorite singers
Would you let me walk down your street Naked if I want to? Can I pop fireworks on the fourth of every single July? Can I buy an amplifier, oh, on time My sweet time?
Well I ain't got no money I will pay this time And I ain't got no money But I will pay you before I die
And would you let me walk down your street Naked if I want to? Can I pop fireworks on the fourth of every single July? Can I buy an aeroplane while I'm high in all the sky?
And I got no mercy I will pay this time And I got no mercy I will pay you before I die
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