The Animals are one of those bands that I usually associate with a harder sound. Eric Burdon had one of the strongest voices to come out of the British Invasion. Listen to “House of the Rising Sun, We Gotta Get Out of This Place, or Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood. He could push a song right through the speakers.
Monterey is a different animal. Burdon still has that voice, but he doesn’t try to overpower the song with it. He sings for the song. That may be what I like most about this one. There is almost a relaxed quality to his singing while everything around him keeps changing.
By 1967, this wasn’t really the same Animals that had recorded those earlier hits. The original group had broken apart and Burdon assembled a new version with Vic Briggs, John Weider, Danny McCulloch, and Barry Jenkins. The blues and R&B roots were still there, but psychedelia had entered the picture in a big way. Their album Winds of Change made that change pretty obvious.
Then they played the Monterey International Pop Festival in June 1967.That festival became one of the defining events of the sixties. The Who played there. So did Jefferson Airplane, The Byrds, The Grateful Dead, Ravi Shankar, Hugh Masekela, and, of course, Jimi Hendrix. Burdon apparently came away from the festival completely taken by what he had seen and heard. This became his musical postcard (for lack of a better word) from the event.
The song was written by Burdon along with Briggs, Weider, McCulloch, and Jenkins and produced by Tom Wilson. It was released in late 1967 and later appeared on The Twain Shall Meet. The song peaked at #15 on the Billboard 100 and #3 in Canada.
I think it captures something that couldn’t last. The Monterey Pop Festival happened just before the sixties became darker and more complicated. There is an optimism running through this song. He bought into it completely. For those few minutes, music really does sound like it could change everything.
Monterey doesn’t sound much like the Animals who recorded We Gotta Get Out of This Place. But then again, 1967 didn’t sound much like 1965 either.
Monterey
The people came and listened
Some of them came and played
Others gave flowers away, yes they did
Down in Monterey
Down in Monterey
Young Gods smiled upon the crowd
Their music being born of love
Children danced night and day
Religion was being born
Down in Monterey
The birds and the airplane did fly
Oh, Ravi Shankars music made me cry
The Who exploded into fire and light
Hugh Masakela’s music was black as night
The Grateful Dead blew everybodies mind
Jimi Hendrix baby, believe me, set the world on fire, yeah
His Majesty, Prince Jones, smiled as he moved among the crowd
Ten thousand electric guitars were grooving real loud, yeah
You want to find the truth in life
Don’t pass music by
and you know I would not lie, no I would not lie,
No, I would not lie
Down in Monterey
Three days of understanding of moving with one another
Even the cops grooved with us
Do you believe me, yeah?
Down in Monterey
I think that maybe I’m dreaming
Monterey
Down in monterey
Did you hear what I said?
