It's April 2026. It's a Sunday. I've just listened to Matching Mole frim 1972 which still oddly, with all it's quaintness still sounds like the future. And a rather comforting one with all the idiosyncrasy that we cherish in humanity and existence. Let's see how Workingman's Dead from 1970 fares.
First of all it's playing on my television set. How's that for Psychedelics? How far we've come. Or have we ?. I immediately warm to it. It's warm and I sense a campsite fire. A sense of community where you're more than welcome .Always room for one more. So find yourself a seat. I imagine a bowl of broth. This is gentle and loving stuff. A great set of songs
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