Blue Cheer - The Years Of Quiet Introspection Dept.

Blue Cheer [the wrong lineup, ya doofus - Ed.] yesterday

 

"We were listening to a lot of Donovan," smiles Dickie Petersen today, "and I guess that put our heads in a peaceful place. We were getting it together in the countryside, this ashram in a fucking field outside Newark or somewhere - no! Hunters Point! And reading the Desiderata around the fire. Getting a shitload of pussy, too, but in a more meaningful way. I remember Leigh [Stephens - Ed.] was into watercolors, doing these beautiful pictures of flowers and gnomes and shit. Chicks dig sensitivity in a guy. They'd be like giving him a rim job and he was like hey! I haveta finish this fucking unicorn for fuck's sake! [laughs]. I was learning to play madrigals on this dulcimer I ripped off Joni [Mitchell - Ed.], and we were all doing 'shrooms, man. So those three albums, kind of our tri-ology, were like us asking for forgiveness for the early stuff, where we were like, woh-ah! Too fuckin' loud, dude! So that kind of explains the gentler mood of those albums. We couldn't hear shit. Didn't know what we were playing. The Incredible String Band stayed with us, and I gave them a song I wrote they never credited us for. Creation, I think - no! Big Ted! They're like Mormons, I guess that explains it. So yeah."

 

Today's deliverable is a sumptuous BlisterPak™ of  the self-titled album from 1969 [Blue Cheer - Ed.], The Original Human Being, and Oh! Pleasant Hope, all-time Cheer favorites on th' IoF©, and anyone who sez otherwise can go suck a newt.