For the love of god, WHY? Why, out of all the great music made in the late 60s is this fucking album on this list
Okay kids, it's story time.
One time, when I was in high school, My friends and I got ahold of some weed from a dealer who was not esteemed either for his intelligence or for his scruples. A bunch of us gathered at my friend's house and got stoned. No big deal.
Except this weed was laced with PCP, and rather than getting stoned and sitting on the couch laughing, we went to the fucking moon. I don't have a lot of memories of that night, apart from the fact that I was involuntarily walking around with my arms in front of me like a T-rex, and I kept opening sodas, taking one drink, and setting them down and losing them forever.
Why does this story matter now?
Someone put on this album, side 2, and my friend Johnny and I did an interpretive dance to all of In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. He was spinning in place and I was dancing around him in the opposite direction. At the time it was a beautiful expression of the power of the music that we transmuted into physical movements as we became the song.
Somehow I think it would have looked a lot stupider to an outside observer who wasn't on drugs. It's a funny memory, though, and I tend to forget all about it until I am reminded that this album exists.
Anyway, this album is really boring and people mostly remember it for the interminable song that takes up the entire second half of the album. It just keeps fucking going without much purpose other than to exists for as long as it can. In some ways it's a perfect metaphor for the perpetual struggle of living things to continue to exist, moment by moment, despite the fact that we will all eventually fail and be returned to the earth
Or anyway it would be a perfect metaphor if this album was less fucking boring
3/5