Celebrating PF Sloan: Listen to our interview and his classic music

blog-spacerPF Sloan — the legendary musician, songwriter, arranger and producer — died this week on Nov. 15, of pancreatic cancer. He wrote or co-wrote some of the greatest pop and protest songs of the 1960’s, and was a key figure in the exciting Los Angeles music scene of that time.

I conducted this archived interview with Sloan at KCRW in 2006, which coincided with the release of his album “Sailover.” We talked about his colorful career and the timeless songs that he wrote for The Turtles, Barry McGuire, The Grass Roots, Johnny Rivers  and The Searchers.

Check out the lyrics of his “Eve Of Destruction.” Its as timely today as it was in 1965, if not more so:

The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

PF Sloan
PF Sloan

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it’s bound to scare ya boy]

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace
And, tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.