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This program contains strong language.
The urge to head west, to overflow and to be free,
and be in that wonderful state from California.
You smoked one, took off the packaging, put the record to play
and you already were.
There were things that all of us we felt it was right
and the truth is that I don't think we we were wrong about almost none of that.
I had to watch the fights, to egos, drugs, alcohol,
� ... � ... paranoia that came along with all that.
And it scared me.
10 million girls and 2 thousand bumps later,
you don't know who you are anymore.
What's going on in the process, in which I served contentedly,
� a corporativiza��o do rock.
We just ...
we took him to the bank.
In 1965, Manhattan and London monopolized the music market.
A decade later, for musicians and powerful people in the business,
there was only one place to be,
and it wasn’t rainy and soggy England or tense New York.
This is a story of how a small community of songwriters,
exiles in a rustic paradise no heart gives metropole,
turned Los Angeles into the world capital of music.
or this could be hell...
Is a tale of artistic brilliance e decl�nio,
of how a bunch of hippies created the biggest sales record of all time,
of the birth of corporatism in rock and the death of a dream.
What a nice surprise
03h00 on August 18, 1969 ...
a new group from Los Angeles took the stage at the Woodstock music festival.
Thanks.
They faced an audience of thousands
and a cross section with your musical heroes.
This is the second time we've played in public, man. We're shitting with fear.
Stephen had said that,
I mean, he was right.
Two nights before, we played in Chicago
and Woodstock was our second performance.
Everyone that we consider really good was there.
Hendrix, Airplane, Grateful Dead, the Band.
The Band.
Did I mention ... the Band?
Uh ... everyone around right behind us.
"Ok, the record was ok. Come on, show us. "
We knew who we were and what we could do, but no one else knew.
Woodstock marked the climax collective of the hippie dream
e Crosby, Stills, Nash e Young,
along with friend Joni Mitchell and producer David Geffen,
were new hippie disciples of an alternative generation.
and...
We arrived at LaGuardia airport and the New York Times said, "400,000 people sitting in mud",
and I said, "Forget it, I'm not going."
Joni and I stayed in New York at my apartment, where she wrote the Woodstock song.
David Crosby, Stephen Stills,
Graham Nash, Neil Young,
David Geffen, Joni Mitchell.
Six rising stars counterculture
who met in a city where ambition and idealism went hand in hand
and helped put Los Angeles on the music map.
That man in the end is Jim McGuinn.
The bass player is Chris Hillman.
Drums, Michael Clarke.
and I’m David Crosby and when we’re together, uh, they call us the Byrds.
MUSIC: "Mr Tambourine Man" by the Byrds
You would be driving by Sunset Strip in your car
and you started listening to the opening notes of that and thought, "Wow!"
It was an adrenaline rush.
Folk-rock music in its full form.
no place I'm going to...
In May 1965, the Byrds, a group from Los Angeles,
lan�aram Mr Tambourine Man,
a song written by the hero the definitive folk of the 60s.
The convincing example, "how you wanted to demonstrate" for the songwriter ...
it was Bob Dylan.
Would you say the lyrics were more important than music?
Uh...
the letters are so important as for the music.
There would be no music without the letters.
I was on the Byrds because I was a fan of Dylan.
And music was suddenly important.
The music was saying something, something that could move you, change you, change the world,
could push buttons
And there was a sense that something very important thing was happening.
The Byrds transformed music acoustic folk from Dylan
in a pop number one,
directly inspired by another team revolutionary composer.
George Harrison, John Lennon, Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr.
We were just ecstatic for them.
They were so good.
They published a song like Paperback Writer and I just wanted to give up
because I could never do that, I could never get close.
Probably what John and I we will do � write songs,
how we were doing, how a side process now.
We will probably develop this further.
You could be an artist who made songs that were written for you
but you really wanted to be the type of artist that the Beatles were
because they wrote all the material of them and you could - ha-ha! -
could you really express yourself if you could do that.
Everyone was so excited,
and nobody was like that for folk music.
It was like it didn't even exist, what happened right after that.
For a generation schooled in the East Coast folk tradition,
the artistically credible Byrds, but the commercially successful pop
opened a new world in which the singer-songwriter reigned supreme.
Musical life in Los Angeles it would never be the same
and a little stretch of Hollywood if became the only place to be.
a rock'n'roll star
how to play...
The Sunset Strip is this bizarre anomaly,
physically part of the city but not politically,
and the 30s and 50s, ruled by the Mafia.
In the early 60s, the Strip was in decline
and what happened is that inherited folk-rock scene
it was the ruin of glamor Strip from the 30s and 40s.
The place where musicians and composers felt who could be in greater contact with
the children who represented the form of things to come.
All those kids would come, and they would be minors,
wearing bell mouths and beads and flowers and all those things.
There was this feeling of flowering and reverence for life
like a carnival in the middle of the road.
And the music scene was happening right in the middle of it all.
There was a magical quality to that.
We suddenly meet in the center of a whirlwind.
Somehow, music has become
a means for an entire generation.
They are filming this for television.
I'm sure that will cut this out.
I want to say that, anyway, even if they remove it.
When President Kennedy was assassinated, it was not by a man.
He was shot by several directions by different weapons.
History is being hidden. Witnesses are being murdered.
And this is your country, ladies and gentlemen.
On the Sunset Strip, no one articulated the values of a counterculture on fire
with as much bravado as David Crosby of the Byrds.
David was the mouth for our generation.
At Rolling Stone, he was the one who spoke,
politically, out loud.
I certainly wasn't anyone's guru, man. I wasn't smart enough.
Er ... and I ...
I was certainly an affronter.
I probably influenced many in that regard.
So outrageous and so outspoken
that was no surprise when David Crosby was expelled from the Byrds in 1967
and started looking for a new band.
My musical taste is eclectic, you know.
I like things that have roots.
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