TV Show "Shindig!" 21 October 1965

One of my all time favorite songs!

This is the Byrds song, "My Back Pages".

The Outtake Performances

The Byrds perform "Mr. Tambourine Man" with the man who wrote it!

The Byrds perform "Turn Turn Turn" live!

The Byrds mime the Goffin-King penned "Goin' Back" on the Smothers Brothers show. PLEASE NOTE: This is posted as a tribute to the artists. If there is a copyright issue, please notify me and it will be promptly deleted

"Hollywood A Go-Go"(maybe) October 1965

A nice Single from 1971

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byrds eight miles high live 1973

The song coming from "Turn! Turn! Turn!" album (1965), originally composed by Joe "Red" Hayes/Jack Rhodes. Slideshow by me - www.melodiousmusic.blogspot.com How many times have you heard someone say "If I had his money, I could do things my way?" Little they know that it's so hard to find One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind. Money can't buy back your youth when you're old Or a friend when you're lonely, or a love that's grown cold

This is the Byrds song, "Mr. Tambourine Man". Originally done by Bob Dylan. And since people don't stop bitching about how great both versions of the song are, comments have been disabled, thanks all you asshole Byrd haters!

Byrds on Shivaree with this fantastic Gene Clark song

Easy Rider, a 1969 road movie written by Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper and Terry Southern, depicts two bikers who travel through the American Southwest and South and experience its land and people. The movie stars Fonda, Hopper, and Jack Nicholson and was produced by Fonda and directed by Hopper.

Short version, but pretty sweet anyway. Sorry YouTube flattened it out a bit...

Easy Rider Movie Tribute ps! love the song

Roy Orbison Tribute 24 Feb 1990 "Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you"

Playing with the Byrds, Gram found Chris Hillman, together they formed the Flying Burrito Brothers. There is another version of this song sung by Jim McGuinn on the Sweetheart of the Rodeo LP. In South Carolina, there're many tall pines I remember the oak tree that we used to climb But now when I'm lonesome I always pretend That I'm gettin' the feel of hickory wind I started out younger, had most everything All the riches and pleasures, what else can life bring? But it makes me feel better each time you begin Callin' me home, hickory wind It's a hard way to find out that trouble is real In a faraway city with a faraway feel But it makes me feel better each time you begin Callin' me home, hickory wind Keeps callin' me home, hickory wind

Remarkably prescient speech opposing the Iraq war by Senator Byrd in March of 2003. AMERICA'S IMAGE IN THE WORLD Script Part 1: Mr. BYRD. Madam President, I believe in this great and beautiful country. I have studied its roots and gloried in the wisdom of its magnificent Constitution and its inimitable history. I have marveled at the wisdom of its Founders and Framers. Generation after generation of Americans has understood the lofty ideals that underlie our great Republic. I have been inspired by the story of their sacrifice and their strength. But today I weep for my country. I have watched the events of recent months with a heavy, heavy heart. No more is the image of American one of strong, yet benevolent peacekeeper. The image of America has changed. Around the globe, our friends mistrust us, our word is disputed, our intentions are questioned. Instead of reasoning with those with whom we disagree, we demand obedience or threaten recrimination. Instead of isolating Saddam Hussein, we seem to have succeeded in isolating ourselves. We proclaim a new doctrine of preemption which is understood by few but feared by many. We say that the United States has the right to turn its firepower on any corner of the globe which might be suspect in the war on terrorism. We assert that right without the sanction of any international body. As a result, the world has become a much more dangerous place. We flaunt our superpower status with arrogance. We treat U.N. Security Council members like ingrates who offend our princely dignity by lifting their heads from the carpet. Valuable alliances are split. After war has ended, the United States will have to rebuild much more than the country of Iraq. We will have to rebuild America's image around the globe. The case this administration tries to make to justify its fixation with war is tainted by charges of falsified documents and circumstantial evidence. We cannot convince the world of the necessity of this war for one simple reason: This is not a war of necessity, but a war of choice. There is no credible information to connect Saddam Hussein to 9/11, at least up to this point. The twin towers fell because a world-wide terrorist group, al Qaida, with cells in over 60 nations, struck at our wealth and our influence by turning our own planes into missiles, one of which would likely have slammed into the dome of this beautiful Capitol except for the brave sacrifice of some of the passengers who were on board that plane. The brutality seen on September 11th and in other terrorist attacks we have witnessed around the globe are the violent and desperate efforts by extremists to stop the daily encroachment of Western values upon their cultures. That is what we fight. It is a force not confined to territorial borders. It is a shadowy entity with many faces, many names, and many addresses. But, this administration has directed all of the anger, fear, and grief which emerged from the ashes of the Twin Towers and the twisted metal of the Pentagon towards a tangible villain, one we can see and hate and attack. And villain he is. But he is the wrong villain. And this is the wrong war . If we attack Saddam Hussein, we will probably drive him from power. But the zeal of our friends to assist our global war on terrorism may have already taken flight. The general unease surrounding this war is not just due to ``orange alert.'' There is a pervasive sense of rush and risk and too many questions unanswered...

23 September 1970 Fillmore East New York, New York

Byrds on Shivaree with a Dylan song.

From Hugh Hefner's "Playboy After Dark". Very rare performance. I was hoping to include the interview with Heff & Roger preceding the performance, but I'm still looking for it. :-( The guitar work here by the late great Clarence White is absolutely spellbinding. With Gene Parsons (No relation to Gram) on drums, and John York on the Bass. Join us at The Byrds Yahoo! group: http://launch.groups.yahoo.com/group/byrdmaniaxlist/

The Byrds Roger McGuinn Performs some of the Byrds hits with Astronaut Hoot Gibson at the 2008 Astronaut Scholarship Foundation Hall of Fame Induction Dinner.

Middle 60's Classic The Byrds Great Song Vid