It's always a good idea to get in the breeze on a sunny afternoon and journey the mental highways to Point Reyes Station to fire up a 'fat one' and blur space and time with the stereo record player for a couple of elongated hours, hours spent in the company of the first two Youngbloods albums, with added niceness from a gig at the Avalon relayed over the trusty FM waves of Hippyville with a rounding up from 'Rock Festival'. Can't be beat.

Jazzbo hep country folkniks with a medicated rock'n'roll brew kicking the gong around for a few years bringing arcane vibes into the Vietnam fearing hippie conciousness to perculate and levitate the heads on the way to better tomorrow.