A lot of that Sixties counter-cultural, anti-establishment music hasn't aged very well and these days sounds almost quaint. This song sort of falls into that category, but my friend James Pickard did a great version of it, accompanied only by his guitar, one night at the coffeehouse where we both hung out in the summer of 1971. As I recall, I was sitting on the floor with a girl named Beth at the time. I've been fond of the song ever since.
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