Just love Love.

Arthur Lee is without question, the most under-appreciated frontman of the late 60's and early 70's. I love Love. When I play a song by Love, nine out of ten people ask me, "Who's this?" and I say "Love."

No one really knows about Love. Even a lot of garage rock nerds and psychedelia fans I've met are totally oblivious to one of the most fascinating bands of the past half-century. What is happening? Okay, I know we have all cultured our collective interest in this netherworld we tentatively refer to as the sixties (a trend I am neither opposed to, nor frightened by), but we can do a little better than half-hearted attempts at pretending we have better tastes in Rolling Stones songs than one another. I like "Sweet Virginia" myself. Not just because it's my girlfriend's name but because it's a nice name, and I enjoy Gram Parson's influence on the songs in Exile on Main Street.

Regardless, Love is my (personal) favorite band of the past half-century. Jimi Hendrix claimed that Arthur Lee (singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist of Love) was his favorite musician to work with...ever. And though it's been said before, I adore Hendrix. I take his word the way I would take the advice of Bruce Lee, or Jesus. The worship is just assumed, nothing I have to talk about. There will be many posts about Bruce Lee to come. But for now, check out Love. Please.