Song du Jour: "We're All In Love"

The New York Dolls, "We're All In Love."

Get this. David Johansen made like Jonathan Livingston Seagull on stage in Minneapolis a couple hours ago, spreading his wings over his flock, urging everyone to sing along, "We're all in looooove."

Meaning what, exactly? Winter Of Love '06? Why not? It could happen: There are good hippie bands springing up everywhere like wild dandelions -- here, it's Wookiefoot and God Johnson and Mad Love -- except that they're not hippies; their hybrids, funk and soul and reggae and house as much as jam-band jive. There's good punk bands sprouting up, too -- The Falls, The Hard Left, and Elephine, whose singer/guitarist, Mayda Miller (of the late, great Sugar Divas), is as exciting a new talent as I've seen on the Entry stage in ages -- except they're hybrids, too.

The thing is, punk and hippie was like America and Iraq at one point. Or like mods and rockers, or hip-hoppers against the world. Now they all listen to, and play, a lot of the same music. I'm just saying that it's noteworthy when the oldest living punk is singing "We're all in love," and the youngest earth-and-ocean optimists are singing, "mad love," all of which suggests boundaries melting away before our ears.

How's the song go?

"There was music in the cafes at night, and revolution in the air."

Yeah. Something like that.