The Young Rascals (later known as The Rascals) were, pun intended, one of the great unsung bands of the 1960s. They had a lot of hits ("Good Love'" was their big one), but they were more than just hit makers. During a time when feedback and psychedelia was pervasive on both AM and FM airwaves, the Rascals were dishing up soulful sounds that seemed to transcend racial boundaries, much like Sly and the Family Stone would do a year or two later.
But this song pushed away from the dance-infected beats of a typical Rascals tune, and instead used a different musical sensibility to reach into our ears and embrace our inner morning person. It celebrates the glory of a sunrise, of a sun-spackled landscape, of that special sense of calm and serenity that certain summer mornings inspire.
These early August mornings have been intoxicating, so I thought I'd share a musical take on that, while we still have them to celebrate.