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Dead kings, many things I can't define
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win but nothin' to lose
Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns
Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around
Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah
Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah!
To divide this cockeyed world in two
Throw your pride to one side, it's the least you can do
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win but nothin' to lose
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind
Dead kings, many things I can't define
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win but nothin' to lose
Incense and peppermints
Incense and peppermints
Sha la la
Sha la la
Sha la la
Sha la la
Sha la la
I blame this song, in large part, for my original ingestion of LSD resulting in brain damage and the unpredictable, chemically-forged personality I have endured for the following 45+ years. When it originally came out, my snobby pseudointellectual clique on the East coast laughed heartily, saying in effect: "These Strawberry chumps don't know anything about the acid scene - ahhh ...Hahahah!" Well, upon reflection we see that is a huge piece of petitio principii ("Begging the Question"), in'nit? This tidbit of illogic left me with the notion that there might be an actual "acid scene," which I set off to find 1968-ish. No problem- a certain Captain Photon mysteriously appeared at my door with the medicines, delivering experiments that made the CIA Operation MK-Ultra look like child's-play! I don't want to sue the Strawberry Alarm Clock, I want to thank them.
Died of lung cancer in 2018.
Great time to be a kid.
Sometimes, this radio station makes me think that the primary targeted audience are musicophiles who grew up in the late 1960s, early 1970s. Right now we would be what.... somewhere between the ages of 60 and 70 or nearby.
Or could it simply be the fact that the era was simply so incredibly productive and rich in quality contemporary/popular music output?
Anyhow, it is a good business plan. Us old folk have more money than younger demographics. Plus adolescents and young adults in that golden '65-'75 period arguably enjoyed better, broader, more sophisticated tastes in music than subsequent demographics.
It is all environmental. On top of the demographic surge, that period was rich in technological, economic and cultural change. There was optimism in the air.
Art and musical output exploded in all kinds of new, original directions. The highly publicized and very controversial US war in Vietnam likely contributed to the creative output.
For most of us, music is a good way to respond to those big existential questions that get asked especially during times of political and cultural upheaval.
The playlist is getting too slanted to 'old music'. I am in said demographic and I liked RP for introducing new music to me that was not the latest pop crap. Considering ending my subscription for this reason.
An essential song. Recorded in 8-track mono, by the way.
Sometimes, this radio station makes me think that the primary targeted audience are musicophiles who grew up in the late 1960s, early 1970s. Right now we would be what.... somewhere between the ages of 60 and 70 or nearby.
Or could it simply be the fact that the era was simply so incredibly productive and rich in quality contemporary/popular music output?
Anyhow, it is a good business plan. Us old folk have more money than younger demographics. Plus adolescents and young adults in that golden '65-'75 period arguably enjoyed better, broader, more sophisticated tastes in music than subsequent demographics.
It is all environmental. On top of the demographic surge, that period was rich in technological, economic and cultural change. There was optimism in the air.
Art and musical output exploded in all kinds of new, original directions. The highly publicized and very controversial US war in Vietnam likely contributed to the creative output.
For most of us, music is a good way to respond to those big existential questions that get asked especially during times of political and cultural upheaval.
Well? It's not?
True that. And checking these lyrics, it was under-rated.
I mentioned earlier that he had become a regular on the NC music scene and I ran across him many times. After he left Strawberry Alarm Clock he happened to see an Allman Bros show and was entranced with Duane Allman's playing and the whole vibe of Southern Rock, which led to him transplanting to eastern NC, which was a hotbed of musical talent without the distractions of the scene in Atlanta or Florida. He played in a house band called Smokehouse at a club in Greenville called the Buccaneer. There he befriended the members of a band called Clouds and traveled with them to Atlanta looking for extra work - where Howard Martin of Clouds introduced him to Ronnie Van Zant of Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Frankly, despite being a bona fide redneck, I never cared for Skynyrd but there's no mistaking that what he brought to the band was his distinctive playing and skills as an arranger. But eventually he grew tired of their hard-drinking and partying ways and came back to North Carolina. At time I was writing for a regional music magazine and saw him play in various bands and studios. He was a warm and cheerful fellow, always willing to sit and talk music.
If you were a club rat like I was at the time, you saw a number of good musicians and you learned to pick out those who seemed to instinctively know their instruments - JK Loftin, John Wheless, etc - but Ed was someone that everyone looked up to. I didn't know at the time but he had been a professional musician for years already. And I was still amazed to learn last year that someone with his background had somehow ended up in rural eastern NC.
Thanks for allowing me to offer a eulogy. RIP, Ed.
I was always the good kid... that listened to the bad music.
I was there with you.
I still have the 45 I bought with my lunch money.
Me too! I love that cheezy organ sound.
For the last couple decades, King has been a regular on the music scene in North and South Carolina. I've spoken with him several times - nice guy. He's had some health problems recently but I understand he's working on a book about music "back in the day." I know I'll get a copy.
Dad was sporting a handlebar mustache, I remember the tin of wax he had for it on the bookshelf...and there he was, outside, putting psychedelic Smiley Flower and Barefoot Hippie Footprint stickers on the Saab...there was lately a black light always on in the Rec Room downstairs, and he even gave in and let baby bro and I pick one out, too, that time we all went to The Temple Slug...and these strange twisted skinny cigarettes had started appearing and disappearing from the top drawer of the dresser in the Master Bedroom...Mom was wearing suede go-go boots — with fringe, of course... Incense and Peppermints was often on the radio installed in my headboard, on the AM station that dared to go there...and when Mom and Dad went out with the New Neighbors up the street — "he was an East Coast hippie playwright," as Dad put it, and "she was a born again Pentecostal" as my mother put it — Susie the teenage baby-sitter from next door came over and there was that smell; something acrid and burning, turpentiney, and there she was coughing again, hmm...when she locked herself in the bathroom...yes, those were Different Times...yet, here in Paradise, we still get to live them, and with full understanding and choice and privilege to Be a part of it all...Glad to have the precious Flashbacks, AND enjoy again in the enhanced sacred trance of the Present Herbal Landscape, too — thanks RP!
another consistently awesome remembrance from a fabulous commenter : ) wicked tune from racy times
Ed King, far left, plays guitar on this.
Later with Lynyrd Skynyrd
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And a good tune too.
I blame this song, in large part, for my original ingestion of LSD resulting in brain damage and the unpredictable, chemically-forged personality I have endured for the following 45+ years. When it originally came out, my snobby pseudointellectual clique on the East coast laughed heartily, saying in effect: "These Strawberry chumps don't know anything about the acid scene - ahhh ...Hahahah!" Well, upon reflection we see that is a huge piece of petitio principii ("Begging the Question"), in'nit? This tidbit of illogic left me with the notion that there might be an actual "acid scene," which I set off to find 1968-ish. No problem- a certain Captain Photon mysteriously appeared at my door with the medicines, delivering experiments that made the CIA Operation MK-Ultra look like child's-play! I don't want to sue the Strawberry Alarm Clock, I want to thank them.
You got a visit from Captain Photon too?!
People thought I was crazy when I played the Air HiHat.
From the days when it was spelled "psychodelic," before retailers fixed it so parents wouldn't think tie-died tee-shirts would make the sons and daughters psychotic.
I blame this song, in large part, for my original ingestion of LSD resulting in brain damage and the unpredictable, chemically-forged personality I have endured for the following 45+ years. When it originally came out, my snobby pseudointellectual clique on the East coast laughed heartily, saying in effect: "These Strawberry chumps don't know anything about the acid scene - ahhh ...Hahahah!" Well, upon reflection we see that is a huge piece of petitio principii ("Begging the Question"), in'nit? This tidbit of illogic left me with the notion that there might be an actual "acid scene," which I set off to find 1968-ish. No problem- a certain Captain Photon mysteriously appeared at my door with the medicines, delivering experiments that made the CIA Operation MK-Ultra look like child's-play! I don't want to sue the Strawberry Alarm Clock, I want to thank them.
Ah yes, but being old is worth having experienced all that amazing music when it was new.
Not repackaged and sold to the masses as product half a century later.
The Association did have some groovy tunes.
I always loved "Everything That Touches You".
Hmmm maybe you are talking about yourself? This song still perfectly evokes a fantastic era and still sounds good!
Ohh god! I could never even slightly imagine that going on in the house I grew up in!!
Ditto. I don't think I've ever seen my parents even a little drunk.
Love the trippy lyrics and then the buttoned-down "Sha la La..." chorus at the end.
Damn....just when I finally forgot about Cousin Brucie!!!! WAY too funny!
But you know what, it's still great, infinitely better than the pap that's churned out these days.
Cousin Brucie and Dan Ingram.
Damn....just when I finally forgot about Cousin Brucie!!!! WAY too funny!
Nice set.
Cousin Brucie and Dan Ingram.
I'm NOT joking around. That would be fantastic.
Indeed... what a classic... we be dancing...
In a good way. Brings back memories. Trying and hoping to be part of a culture that was a few years out of reach. Although I did read the Straweberry Statement back then, when it first came out.
what's a precipice of a caldron ?
It sounds exactly like them - Don Kirshner should call his copyright attorneys.
In a good way. Brings back memories. Trying and hoping to be part of a culture that was a few years out of reach. Although I did read the Straweberry Statement back then, when it first came out.
Dad was sporting a handlebar mustache, I remember the tin of wax he had for it on the bookshelf...and there he was, outside, putting psychedelic Smiley Flower and Barefoot Hippie Footprint stickers on the Saab...there was lately a black light always on in the Rec Room downstairs, and he even gave in and let baby bro and I pick one out, too, that time we all went to The Temple Slug...and these strange twisted skinny cigarettes had started appearing and disappearing from the top drawer of the dresser in the Master Bedroom...Mom was wearing suede go-go boots — with fringe, of course... Incense and Peppermints was often on the radio installed in my headboard, on the AM station that dared to go there...and when Mom and Dad went out with the New Neighbors up the street — "he was an East Coast hippie playwright," as Dad put it, and "she was a born again Pentecostal" as my mother put it — Susie the teenage baby-sitter from next door came over and there was that smell; something acrid and burning, turpentiney, and there she was coughing again, hmm...when she locked herself in the bathroom...yes, those were Different Times...yet, here in Paradise, we still get to live them, and with full understanding and choice and privilege to Be a part of it all...Glad to have the precious Flashbacks, AND enjoy again in the enhanced sacred trance of the Present Herbal Landscape, too — thanks RP!
Ohh god! I could never even slightly imagine that going on in the house I grew up in!!
Dad was sporting a handlebar mustache, I remember the tin of wax he had for it on the bookshelf...and there he was, outside, putting psychedelic Smiley Flower and Barefoot Hippie Footprint stickers on the Saab...there was lately a black light always on in the Rec Room downstairs, and he even gave in and let baby bro and I pick one out, too, that time we all went to The Temple Slug...and these strange twisted skinny cigarettes had started appearing and disappearing from the top drawer of the dresser in the Master Bedroom...Mom was wearing suede go-go boots — with fringe, of course... Incense and Peppermints was often on the radio installed in my headboard, on the AM station that dared to go there...and when Mom and Dad went out with the New Neighbors up the street — "he was an East Coast hippie playwright," as Dad put it, and "she was a born again Pentecostal" as my mother put it — Susie the teenage baby-sitter from next door came over and there was that smell; something acrid and burning, turpentiney, and there she was coughing again, hmm...when she locked herself in the bathroom...yes, those were Different Times...yet, here in Paradise, we still get to live them, and with full understanding and choice and privilege to Be a part of it all...Glad to have the precious Flashbacks, AND enjoy again in the enhanced sacred trance of the Present Herbal Landscape, too — thanks RP!
Steppenwolf was much better, IMHO.
rspauldi
Anyone who believes exponential growth can go on
forever in a finite world is either a madman or an
economist.
- Kenneth Boulding, Economics professor
A favorite of mine from the era of listing to a Sears Silvertone transistor hidden in my jacket pocket with a mono earbud tucked underneath my newly-long hair.
Now thanks to the internet I now know...
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind.
Dead kings, many things I can't define.
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns.
Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around.
Look at yourself, look at yourself,
Yeah, yeah.
Look at yourself, look at yourself,
Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah.
Tune-a by the cockeyed world in two.
Throw your pride to one side, It's the least you can do.
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new.
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Good sense, innocence, crippled and kind.
Dead kings and many things I can't define.
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Incense, peppermints, incense, peppermints.
Sha-la-la, sha-la-la....
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
Indeed.