Guerrilla Gig: The House At Pooneil Corners - Jefferson Airplane, 1968 - Schuyler Hotel, NYC

(with sound properly synchronized, engineered and balanced for maximum impact and attack by yours truly - with popping color fine-tuned by yours truly on 6-17-2015 as well ;) ) “Hello, New York! NEW YORK WAKE UP, YOU FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FREE MUSIC - NICE SONGS - FREE LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!“ Performed on the rooftop of the old Schuyler Hotel on 57 West 45th Street in New York City, New York at approximately 7:40 a.m. on Tuesday, November 19, 1968, please experience the utter reverberance of a lightning bolt given out by Jefferson Airplane as they give out with a surreal live performance of “The House At Pooneil Corners“ (this live masterpiece blows the studio version clear out of the water). Pure ear candy in acid rock that moves the soul and fires the muse, you can literally feel the waves bouncing off of the surrounding buildings. ;) And the message fits the present days of political and social upheaval to a ’T’, to boot - crank this baby into orbit and ride, folks. A little story on this Jefferson Airplane Guerrilla Gig that pre-dates the much more heralded Beatles cop-job by a shade over 2 full months: “The band—who just released their fourth album and was just featured on the cover of LIFE magazine—had their crew set up sound equipment on the roof of the 9-story hotel on West 45th Street in Midtown. The whole thing was filmed by Jean-Luc Godard and D.A. Pennebaker, for the unfinished film One A.M., or One American Movie. (It later ended up in 1 P.M., or One Parallel Movie) The book Got A Revolution! recalled the day: “On the rooftop, crew, friends, and the curious gathered to listen, and dance. On the street below, New Yorkers—usually fazed by nothing—stopped in their tracks to gaze skyward. At the song’s conclusion, the band ran over to the edge of the roof, climbing the chain-link fence to peer down at those peering up at them.“ (BTW, unlike prior YouTube video posts and various online blog entries that claim the dates as either November 1, 1968 or December 7, 1968, the November 19, 1968 date of this Jefferson Airplane Guerrilla Gig performance is confirmed on the bottom of page 342 of the book “Everything Is Cinema: The Working Life Of Jean-Luc Godard“ here: Hotel NYC Jefferson Airplane November 19 1968&source=bl&ots=lPJAriqFLG&sig=-Lhpnkm__UxM8OQUoNzrOYl1VBU&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CDkQ6AEwBGoVChMIhpLNk6SMxgIVxS-ICh21-gIv#v=onepage&q=Schuyler Hotel NYC Jefferson Airplane November 19 1968&f=false And the little article clipping at the end of the video is from a Salina, Kansas paper on the following day - Wednesday, November 20, 1968 - and confirmed here [the same source and link also a second confirmation of the November 19, 1968 Guerrilla Gig date]: ) Here’s the lyrics: “You and me, we keep walking around and we see All the bullshit around us. You try and keep your mind on whats going down, Can’t help but see the rhinoceros around us. Then you wonder what you can be, And you do what you can to get far and high. And you know I’m still gonna need you around. And you know I’m still gonna need you around. You say its healing, but nobody’s feeling it. Somebody’s dealing, somebody’s stealing, And you say you don’t see and you don’t. You say you won’t know and you won’t, when it comes. Everything someday will be gone except silence. The earth will be quiet again. Seas from clouds will wash off the ashes of violence Left as the memory of men. There will be no survivors, my friend. Suddenly everyone will look surprised, Stars spinning wheels in the skies, Sun is scrambled in their eyes And circles like a vulture. Someone stood at the window and cried one tear. I thought that would stop the war, but someone is killing me. That’s the last time I do think anymore. Jelly and juice and bubbles bubbles on the floor. Castles on cliffs vanished Just like heaps of rubbish Seen from the stars hour upon hour As splinters, dust, and black flowers. From here to heaven is a scar, Dead center, deep as death. All the idiots have left. The idiots have left. Cows are almost cooing, Turtle doves are mooing; Which is why a Pooh is poohing In the sun Sun“ And, for a little look at what the very site looks like today, follow the link below - the Schuyler Hotel is long gone, replaced by green space on the right, but the white terra cotta building across the street where Godard filmed from still stands on the left: @,,3a,75y,,=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sAiUO3UHZlVPrG4D6J7MtxQ!2e0!7i16384!8i8192 Dig hard, folks.....