Are there songs that distill the sixties down to a sonic nub? a nugget of pure, unadulterated zeitgiest that not even Hegel could unravel (assuming that Hegel owned a headshop and was freinds with Roky Erikson) ?
When posed this question, popular avantguardist Alex Keller had the answer at the ready.
Apparently In the heady days of the late 1980s' Alex and his wife , in the aftermath of a drug fueled bacchanale, had composed the ultimate in head music with the toe -tapping yet harrowing "Dirty, Naked, And High".
This mythic opus went on to win the Institute Of Sarcastic Sociologys' "That's Fucking Perfect" award.
If we were less conceptual and more ambitious, Neil Martinson and I would have certainly followed through with the 6 disc concept album "Drugs are Cool-And I Love You" .
We were not, to say the least.
As I recall, the titular song had driving horn charts and an anthemic chorus.
Ok, so it was a less than radical blend of "Cant Judge A Book By It's Cover" and "I Can't get Next To You", but dammnit, it would have meant something to a generation of unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed.
Unbeknownst to either group of hot rockin' Social Historians, the 60s' had already been summed up by authentic practitioners of same.
Sexual Fantasy #8 by willfully obscure 60's mokes "Fate" had firmly closed the coffin lid on all that needed to be said.
What little info I could find says that this record barely made it to a test pressing in 1968 , only to moulder until Shadoks Music out of Germany picked up what they were layin'down. It's also available on the fabulous Shadoks Music Comp [7.99 from Amazon] along with loads of other patchouli scented obscurities from the planet Buzz Click Whirr Twang.