Liner notes for Denny Brooks' self-titled album on WB Records

(liner notes written by Van Dyke Parks for: Denny Brooks - same; Warner Bros. WS-1822)

DENNY BROOKS

I sat with Denny Brooks under an immense Chinese elm as the Southern California sun deflated placid beyond an expanse of broad lawn and Los Angeles Harbor's water quality. We'd transected coffeehouse and sandbox from 1961 as he whirled single-handedly through an array of Latin American and Anglo folk tune reminiscence. An incomplete American Revolution seized on mimetic gifts before the Byrds took to electric reflections. During that time he was off to radar sites for our boys in Oriental occupations, and Occidentally employed mainland from the healthy Coke Corner at Disneyland to college stadiums and network primetime, losing his Sigma Pi grip to the folk process large armies.

A few years later I found him in Hollywood at David Jackson's next door garage apartment, reeling in the waves of a mad pop fret free for all electric, absorbed in meditation through thermal Watts summers and Harsh Angeleno thunder winters, backporching behind Madam Mensior working diligently in her exquisite victory garden. We turned in alot, and since turned out to the advent of a single artist's recording coming on Warner Bros.

Fall foliage quiets thoughts of the next spring, when Denny will be aloud with blossom, encouraged to raise a unique Southern California song. As the medium is just the medium, Denny will be displayed more deeply to keener senses. You can just hear it now, built into a talented friendship dynamic.

Somehow more emphatic than the last outstanding critical review are some good vibes, and less simply, the foresight of generosity. Get on with it.

-Van Dyke Parks

September, 1969

Transcribed for this site by Paul Sineath.