About which a bunch of white rock and
roll guys in a band called 'Paul Revere and The Raiders' knew jack-all, c'mon, get real.
A John Loudermilk song about the movement of Cherokee Indians to the reservation in
the late eighteenth century. I have serious doubts anybody in this band knew
anything about it that they didn't read in a book in high school American history class --
though a web site biography about Paul Revere and The Raiders claims Mark Lindsay had some
Indian ancestry. I grew up in Ohio, where I think I was the only non-German in the
entire area who didn't claim some Indian ancestry, so color me skeptical of this
information.
I remember seeing them on assorted variety shows back in the late 60s, wearing
black tricorn
hats, red wool double-breasted jackets, white shirts with ruffles and knee boots. Hey, you know -- whatever works for you, man.
Paul Revere and The Raiders -- there's a story here, though. My older sister was a
fan. She wrote a contest entry for 16 Magazine when the band was the 'house band' on
'Where The Action Is,' an offshoot of 'American Bandstand.' She had a crush on Fang.
Who ignored her, when she won the contest and got to be on the show. Though
'Paul Revere' and Mark Lindsay were both quite nice to her. Men, huh? Can't
live with 'em, can't run over 'em with your late-60s Cougar.
Anywho, Mark Lindsay always liked Cincinnati, and plays lots of 'oldies' and retro-circuit
shows there. Maybe he's hanging around, hoping my sister will show up.
Stranger things have happened.