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Would you admire a group called "The Mamas and the Papas"?,
This review is from: If You Can Believe Your Eyes & Ears (Audio CD)
Would you buy a CD from a musical group called "The Mamas and the Papas"? No? Well, neither do I!
I got this from a local library. And I must confess that it was the well documented incestuous relationship that notorious drug addict Papa John Philips had with one of his daughters what determined my decision to listen to their music in spite of two nice but almost indifferent songs lingering somewhere in the Cosmos: "Monday, Monday" and "California Dreamin'.
Now, having considered Papa John own internal demons and the mayhem of drugs and sex that surrounded him, I got to admit that I am terribly disappointed with their "artistry". I expected a little bit more than the sum of this four colorless flower children's untamed boredom; if not some proto-punk-metal music, at least some dark introspection, some irony, a tight musical passage here, a great lyric there, a yell or a dissonance, but never, never, never this languid Musak.
P.S The tragic death of Mama Cass (asphyxia- a fragment of sandwich, probably un-chewed, or eaten too fast, got stuck in her throat) "presents no adjunct to the Muses' diadem."
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Initial post: Aug 26, 2010 10:13:41 AM PDT
The sandwich is a tale she died of a heart condition.
Posted on Dec 27, 2010 5:45:50 PM PST
Drew Devereaux says:
GeraldBostock1972: Ending your review with a reference to Mama Cass's death by choking, which, of course, is untrue; she died of a heart attack, and a silly non-sequitur in that Ezra Pound quote makes you sound like a blowhard. You arraign their music as languid and devoid of irony or introspection. Of course, you've never listened to their 4th album, none of which appears on this compilation. I do think, however, you miss what is significant about the Mamas and Papas and that is the way they sang. The lyrics were never important. The tight, contrapuntal harmonies of the four voices, male and female in equal parts--itself pioneering, is the point. Perhaps coming to this band from some prurient interest based on unsubstantiated tales by John Phillips drug-addled daughter clouded your judgment.
In reply to an earlier post on Dec 28, 2010 5:02:16 PM PST
In reply to an earlier post on Mar 8, 2011 7:34:35 PM PST
Kindle Customer says:
I loved the Mamas and the Papas when I was 12 years old. They were one of the most popular acts of the time. Ed Sullivan was crazy about them and booked them every chance he got.
Today their music doesn't really appeal to me, although "California Dreamin' is an enduring masterpiece."
As for John Phillips' personal problems, I read his autobiography. As Shakespeare said, "The evil that men do lives after them, the good is oft interred with their bones." In Phillips' case it's a bit of both, but he did conceive and organize the Monterey Pop Festival, which not only launched the career of Janis Joplin but kicked off an era of rock festivals, including Woodstock, that had a tremendous impact on pop music culture. So I'd prefer to remember Papa John for that.
You may ridicule the name all you like, but it worked at the time. There are a number of groups whose names don't appeal to me --- Thin Lizzy and Humble Pie are two that come to mind --- but that hasn't stopped me from listening to their work.
To quote Shakespeare again, "A rose by any other name ..."
In reply to an earlier post on Jul 14, 2011 2:01:44 PM PDT
Magickal Merlin says:
John Phillips was so gifted as a song-writer.He threw it all away,letting his bad habits,overtake his genius.Some say he planned 'Helter Skelter',to settle a score,with Frytek Frokofsky and Robert Evans.-Cass Elliot was overfed by her grandparents,who had survived the Polish death-camp,Tryblinka.Her father owned a 'delikat-essen'.This led to the roller-coaster diets and her bloated moodiness.Her voice lives on,an amazing wealth of recordings to enjoy always.
Posted on Dec 21, 2011 11:49:01 AM PST
Hey folks- this is what this pretentious blowhard thinks of "M&P's GOLD": "Do yourself a favor: play this CD with the volume not too high and without paying too much attention to the anodyne vocals of this hippie ensemble. (You can concentrate in your usual chores.) If you follow this advice, you will discover a common denominator to almost every song in this collection: the most unimaginative rhythm track ever recorded! A distasteful combination of a 12-string guitar and a rusty tambourine, so monotonous, that it will make you think of any decent punk drummer as a Steve Reich alumnus. Avoid it. "
Clearly this fool has musical tastes better than everyone else, however, he continues to waste time and "review" material he dislikes while attempting to display some unnecessary prowess for his vocabulary. He also doesn't know that the studio ensemble "The Wrecking Crew" played instruments on all of these hits, as well as hundreds of other artists of the era, and that they may not have the bloated vocabulary he uses for a pop album review, but they are pros and made more money than he will probably ever make on his own (excluding his trust fund or inheritance).
In reply to an earlier post on Dec 21, 2011 12:15:58 PM PST
Posted on Jan 26, 2012 9:07:17 PM PST
M. McKay says:
Dude you're humor is somewhat appreciated but you're trying WAY TOO HARD.
Posted on Jan 1, 2014 4:12:18 PM PST
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That is why drug induced, drunken and sexually charged rock stars write better songs and more memorable songs than redneck country singers. As with everything, their personal lives and demons adds to the music...as opposed to writing songs about pick up trucks. Get a life.
In reply to an earlier post on Jan 1, 2014 4:53:58 PM PST
What kind of demon would inspire such a visionary line: "Monday, Monday"?