...back in 1962 in sausalito alan and a few fellow heads got together behind a bunch of clinical grade 'A' acid and had a wailing jam session of the spiritual kind...this is the sound of cats just being free and letting go... this was not to voyage anywhere specific, just wherever they went, that would be the result...this was not to discover anything except what they discovered...not to look for it but just to be it without it ever being it...dig a different time and space with this extremely interesting artifact...
...welcome beatnix, welcome hippies too, all are welcome...welcome the cafe hooligan shouting mad poetry on a tuesday afternoon after 3 expressos liberally plied and supplemented with cheap brandy, a hydro reefer and 4 donuts...welcome the layabout who wanders from pad to pad, scarfing free food and enjoying a bonged session with some good hash, welcome to all right thinking cats who know the deal and don't squeal...welcome to you all...
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