First, I have to say I hate morning—I always have, I always will. I don’t revel in the smell of coffee brewing or the sounds of birds chirping when it is still dark outside. I think it is ridiculous to call any hour with an a.m. after it “morning.” I argue that morning does not start until 5 a.m or later. Anything earlier is still “night” in my world. But I do have a favorite song about morning, one that most people have never heard.
When I was in high school, a homegrown band from Bemidji, Minnesota, called Podipto was on its way to making it big on the national music scene. Several songs from their first album got radio exposure. Podipto concerts (I use that term loosely) were popular in Crookston. I went with friends to see the group play at the National Guard armory, the local venue for dances and band performances. The band’s folk-rock sound and songs captured the feelings of a turbulent generation.
Hugh’s 51 Weeks:51 Hits from the Past – Week 25
From Podipto’s website: Podipto formed in Northern Minnesota in 1969. Until disbanding in 1974, Podipto was known as one of the brightest acts hailing from the Midwest, blending rock, blues and country into a unique sound that would never be forgotten by those who heard them or saw them perform. Throughout the early 1970s, Podipto toured the country, performing with acts such as Elton John, James Taylor, Linda Ronstadt, The Carpenters, Kenny Rogers, The Guess Who, Poco, John Sebastian and many others.
This was my favorite Podipto song. It was timely in the late 1960s, early 1970s—it is still relevant today.