Friday, April 17, 2020

Hot Hippie Chick Candy Sunshine Chooses Album Du Jour Of The Day Dept.

Candy Rainbow, yesterday
You wouldn't know from looking at her today that Candy Sunshine (real name Raylene Baumschwinger) was the hottest teen runaway on th' Panhandle back in the Summer Of Love.

Today, grandmother-of-six Raylene laments using up all the fun in the world back in the 'sixties. "Fun is a limited resource, like any other," she said yesterday from the Aoxomoxoa Terminal Respite Home, Blotter Creek, CA. "I think if we'd realised that back then, maybe we'd have saved a little for our kids. I mean, I'm looking at my granddaughter and I'm thinking, Good Lord, child, I was sucking cock backstage at the Fillmore at your age!"

 Does she still believe in peace and love, given that world has turned to shit? "Heavens to Betsy, man! A bunch of us were just freaking out naked this morning! What was good then is good today."

Raylene ("Call me Candy!) was kind enough to lend us an album which has tender personal associations for her - "Bloomsbury People - oh my! I pulled a train for these gentlemen one time. No! That was Country Joe and the Fish. Whatever. Got any acid?"

EDIT: Four Or Five Guy© Crab Devil supplies link in comments to follow-up album so obscure even band hadn't heard of it! Kudos!
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16 comments:

  1. RobApril 17, 2020 at 8:11 PM

    Sigmund Snopek III - a III that's almost as richly resonant as our very own F. Throckmorton III. Aye, aye, aye!

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  2. Crab DevilApril 17, 2020 at 11:20 PM

    That's actually pretty good. Alas, the other two or three guys -- not you, Rob -- do for the moment seem to be displaying a shocking lack of personal integrity. If not for my, aye, iron-clad moral code, I might think to mention that my hard drive contains not only this Bloomsbury People album but also its continuation, that is, a little something titled "Virginia Woolf." I might even think to suggest that the latter could perhaps be posted as a follow-up if (but only if) our i, i, island host, showing mercy to the tourists, provides a link to the former.

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  3. Kwai ChangApril 18, 2020 at 12:06 AM

    Putting the handle back in Panhandle Strip!
    I want candy!
    Bow Wow Wow.
    Film at 11:00

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  4. RobApril 18, 2020 at 12:10 AM

    Greetings Mr Devil (or may I call you Crab?. It is indeed a pleasure to encounter a gentleman of integrity in the midst of such real low-lives. I mean, not like this place here. No, I mean bad. Like they were up to no good, know what I'm sayin'? A perusal of my own hard drive reveals a distinct lack of persons of a Bloomsbury persuasion (though I do seem to have a Broadway cast recording of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf which I guess is not quite the same thing).Would you recommend a bending of the knee to our own dear Farq III in hopes of obtaining a coveted link? (Farq? Are you there? Farq? FARQ???)

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    1. Kwai ChangApril 18, 2020 at 4:37 AM

      'Genuflect'...OR,
      as in Hollywood: the spirited effort is commonly referred to as:
      "Giving It Both Knees"

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  5. apaulingApril 18, 2020 at 1:21 AM

    I must say, Farq, your periodic posts featuring women of a certain vintage strike me with an odd admixture of loathing and appeal. So it is today with the superannuated Candy. Her unbridled Summer of Love spirit is to be admired, but frankly, on a purely corporeal level, I find Raylene's current condition a bit unsettling. Imagining she and the other inmates of the Aoxomoxoa Terminal Respite Home frolicking nakedly brings up highly disturbing imagery. On the other hand, the estimable Cody and, more recently, Kreemé, offer far more agreeable material on which one may muse.

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  6. Farquhar Throckmorton IIIApril 18, 2020 at 1:26 AM

    Blooming

    Any follow-up links welcome. It's 01:25 hrs am in the morning here - what time is it where you are?

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    1. Crab DevilApril 18, 2020 at 1:51 AM

      Here's Sigmund Snopek III's "Virginia Woolf" (and it's now
      11:51 a.m. for me).

      https://www115.zippyshare.com/v/AlNH92IH/file.html

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    2. Jack Kerouac's CatApril 18, 2020 at 7:37 AM

      It's 4:20 here in Manhattan, 'cause time is relative...

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    3. Farquhar Throckmorton IIIApril 18, 2020 at 8:03 AM

      This is fabulous, Crab! And I've only read the sleevenotes so far! "America's capital of cheese, bratwurst and bowling" ... "bringing home the teen bacon ..." these are phrases that will stay with me forever.

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    4. FiveGunsWestApril 18, 2020 at 11:21 AM

      22:21 April 17th here.

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    5. Farquhar Throckmorton IIIApril 18, 2020 at 12:01 PM

      12:00 noon here, April 18. This is nuts!

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    6. Crab DevilApril 19, 2020 at 6:02 AM

      I know, Farq -- Some of those lines could be right off the
      back of a Hasil Adkins album. (The music itself, however,
      strikes me as very much Bloomsbury People II.)

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  7. Crab DevilApril 18, 2020 at 1:48 AM

    Why, sure, Rob -- "Crab" is just fine. What with having so many
    legs myself, I sometimes envy those who have just the two knees
    to decide between. Even so, my claws were already crossed in
    solidarity with whoever might happen to put his or her best foot
    forward in the way of supplication. And look what's happened now!

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  8. MrDaveApril 18, 2020 at 2:59 AM

    I vaguely remember the days before all the fun was used up ... us Gen X'ers got a little of the scraps that were still left behind in the 70s and even early 80s. Not Summer of Love fun I'm sure but still ... (gets lost in half-imagined memories of teenage hijinx) sigh. No wonder the Millenials are such a bore -- that's on you Boomers!! (Bloomers?). BTW, it's 3:58 down here ... you still have time to make if for happy hour if you hurry!

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  9. AnonymousApril 18, 2020 at 5:12 AM

    Buckaroo Bill Gates here from the Double X' ranch, pardner. Glad you are back and keepin' the fellers' n' gals entertained!

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