Daytime Just Makes Me Feel Lonely

I had an urge to hear the music of The Byrds this week, the mid 60s, jingle-jangle, folk-psyche Byrds. It was the result of listening to Michael Head’s Adios Senor Amigo in the car going to and from work this week. There’s a Byrdsian influence on Adios Senor Pussycat, in the playing, the chords and the harmonies.

A long time ago I posted Feel A Whole Lot Better, my favourite Byrds song, with its chiming Rickenbacker guitar riff. But I also found a lot to re-love in this one, a minor key Gene Clark masterpiece, written when The Byrds were still The Jet Set. It’s shot through with melancholy and loneliness as he describes being in the big city Los Angeles, without her. The opening guitar riff seems to hint at what would happen in 1966 with Eight Miles High.

Here Without You


Eight Miles Again

Husker Du’s version of Eight Miles High is just indescribably good, a 7″ single worth its weight in gold. Blistering, white hot, ferocious, 60s rock meeting 80s punk, with Bob Mould lacerating his vocal chords and fingertips.

Eight Miles High

There are several live clips on Youtube. This one is Husker Du live in Camden in 1985. Astonishing, sheets of metal feedback from Bob and manic drum thumping from Grant Hart.

Live in 1987 at a Dutch festival from someone’s collection of home recorded VHS tapes, slightly less manic…

And Then We Touch Down

The Byrds and Eight Miles High- when folk rock became acid rock. It’s the trippy guitars that get all the attention but the bass playing is way out there and the vocal harmonies are superb. I have loved this since I first heard it sometime in the mid 1980s. It was only twenty years old then but felt ancient.

Eight Miles High



A slight change of tack now- from 80s electronic dubiness to 60s folk-rock. I’m not sure this song is folk-rock, more template making guitar pop. The Byrds’ I’ll Feel A Whole Lot Better was a B-side from 1965 and an album track. Written and sung by Gene Clark (far left in photo), the chiming 12 string Rickenbacker guitar, pounding tambourine and three part vocals add up to perfection, and my shoddy writing in no way does it justice. One of your favourite guitar bands is in here somewhere I’ll wager. The lyric adds it’s own little sardonic twist, Gene Clark weighing up the departure of a girl who’s done him wrong and deciding he’ll feel a whole lot better when she’s gone. Well, probably. While I’m here, check out the hair. Best 60s fringes? Probably.

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Signs In The Street That Say Where You’re Going

The punk cover (as opposed to it’s second cousin the ironic cover) is one of the pleasures of post ’77 punk rock. Husker Du’s cover of The Byrds psychedelic masterpiece Eight Miles High may well be the high point of both all punk covers and Husker Du’s back catalogue. It’s absolutely blistering and well worth a few minutes of your weekend.

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