Mama Cass Quotes

This is the tale of Magic Alex, the man who was everywhere: with Leonard Cohen in Hydra; in Crete with Joni Mitchell; in a Paris bathroom when Jimmy Morrison went down; working as a roadie setting up the Beatles last rooftop gig; an assistant to John and Yoko when they had a bed-in at the Amsterdam Hilton; with the Stones when they were charged for pissing against a wall; the first to find and save Dylan after the motorcycle accident; having it off with Mama Cass hours before she choked the big one; arranging the security at Altamont; at Haight-Ashbury with George Harrison and the Grateful Dead; and in the Japanese airport with McCartney after the dope rap. He was the guy Carly Simon was really singing about and the missing slice of ‘Bye, Bye Miss American Pie’.

What is the secret?” I asked. Anna smiled. “I knew you really weren’t tired of secrets.” She held out her left hand for me to see. On her third finger was a gold ring, a sparkling stone in the middle. “What does that mean?” I asked. “It means Justin and I are getting married,” said Anna. “No one else knows yet. I told you first.” I turned my head and smiled at her and she smiled back. “I saw you kiss him for a lot of seconds once,” I said. “How many seconds?” asked Anna. “Twenty-seven.” A cloud slipped over the sun and it was cool for a moment. “Cass?” “What?” “I passed that record a long time ago.” Anna and I laughed. Someone called from the house and we went to tell Caleb and Grandfather and Mama and Papa that Anna was getting married and had kissed Justin for longer than twenty-seven seconds.

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

Make Your Own Kind Of Music Nobody can tell you There's only one song worth singing They may try and sell you Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you But you've gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music Even if nobody else sings along You're gonna be nowhere The loneliest kind of lonely It may be rough going Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do But you've gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music Even if nobody else sings along So if you cannot take my hand And if you must be going I will understand You've gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music Even if nobody else sings along You've gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music

You gotta make your own kind of music, sing your own special song, make your own kind of music, even if nobody else sings along.

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.

You've got to make your own kind of music even if no one else sings along.

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