Cass Elliot Quotes

threatened at first to overwhelm the lighter soprano instrument of Michelle. Elliot learned to control the instrument in the ensemble, but never relinquished what has been described as her “let it all hang out vitality.”[70] The particular gifts of her voice were in no danger of being stifled, and throughout her career with earlier bands through the post-Mamas and Papas years, her “distinctive voice always emerged from the group in which she sang.”[71] Interested in a variety of genres, Elliot often mentioned her love for classical music, and had appeared regularly as a jazz singer before being drawn into the hippie folk revolution. A Broadway devotee as well, she sang several prominent roles in residence and on tour, and even dueled Barbra Streisand to a near draw for an important role in I Can Get It for You Wholesale on Broadway, before being

Known equally for her capacity for outright defiance, she once paid the IRS $10,000 in pennies, stored in a single truck, an act that brought her a further penalty of several thousand.

If You Can Believe Your Eyes and Ears was one of the first albums to make use of multiple covers, the most notable of which was a photo of the entire group wedged into a single bathtub. That cover was pulled due to the presence of a toilet.

Cass Elliot was a victim to the music industry and to society. She was a brilliant artist, and it’s a shame that people still focus on her looks and how she died instead of her talent.

Cass had been determined to lose weight and had undergone a gruelling five months during which she had fasted four days a week. John's continuing jibes made sure Cass had no shortage of incentive. 'You should have got your own record label Cass,' was one of John's favourites. 'Fat Records. Then the record label's ads could read "Another obese release from Fat.

People were making concoctions that were really wicked – ten times stronger than LSD. STP was one; it took its name from the fuel additive used in Indy-car racing. Mama Cass Elliot phoned us up and said, “Watch out, there’s this new one going round called STP.” I never took it. They concocted weird mixtures and the people in Haight-Ashbury got really fucked-up. It made me realise: “This is not it.” And that’s when I really went for the meditation.

The second solo album, released in 1969 with 11 tracks, then re-released in the same year, was catchy, highly anticipated, and flawed in