Four podcasts in a week. What was I thinking? But it happened and was way fun. There are so many great songs that sit silent in the years. Upcoming we will probably put these up once or twice a week, each one about the same length. But that could all change so stay tuned as we discover the wild, the wayward, and an astounding amount of creativity that just disappeared from a disposable pop culture. Every song represents a dream. How they play after emerging from involuntary time capsules is anybody’s guess.
For Episode 4, we touch down in Kim Fowley’s humid and dismal Los Angeles by night. Luckily we have the Popsicles to cool us off. Then we dial it back to Chicago in the DiMaggio summer, where Lil Green has scored some pre-war weed. Finally, we end up on a mystic mountaintop with Eric Burdon’s New Animals, who have come seeking enlightened. If you meet the Buddha on the road, he’s bound to have a podcast!
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