13 September 2016

A Few of the Doctor's Visions in Toyama, Japan

21 Century Seeker and the Doctor's Ramblings

The Doctor has been distracted -  awakenings to the fabric of reality and such.  My reading list has shifted from light history, science, and bios to metaphysics.  I haven't really been listening to much new music - mostly droning music (much of which I've posted here in the past), 70 jazz and R&B (which may not be the best fit here, but maybe!), and the mid-life crisis resurrection of my junior high school playlist (and this means Pearl Jam, Jane's Addiction, et al; really not a good fit here).  I don't think I'm getting too weird.  My life situation, personal relations, and personal health seem to have actually kicked up a few notches since the start of this year.  And we've still got plenty of our own creations coming to you.  We've got a Glaze album, EP, and an album under a new project called Electrick Sages already in the can - we just want to make some video clips and space out the releases.  I'm not trying to boast or to give you authoritative advice - your own path is up to you.  Still, I can put a few signposts around town.

And here is today's.  May I refer you to this fellow named Victor Oddo whom I first came across about two months ago.  I thought that Glaze bandmate Scott had referred me, but it turns out that I had just stumbled on in, and ended up referring Scott - and now you.  Oddo is a very direct speaker giving very direct reflections to those who get the nagging realization that life is but a dream.  Of course he shouldn't be your only resource for that sort of thing, but he's a very entertaining one.  I'm a little surprised myself that I have been devoting my breakfast viewing listening to a talking head who doesn't appear on the surface appear to be someone I would connect with (gym gear, serious tattoos, and high and tight haircuts are not norms in my own social circles).  Some of the things he says seem very tripped out, but I've found more and more that when he says it, I've already had recent experiences or intimations that synchronize with what he's saying.  Things with a new age whiff do prickle the skeptic in me, but Oddo seems to be lacking the veneer of BS that typically goes with that. If I've got your attention, check this out.  If not, this is probably not your cup of tea right now.  Anyway, let's connect with a blog:


And a Youtube channel:


Let me follow that up with a few reflections on Glaze of Cathexis' Neon Buddha from a few years back.  Maybe it's hard to completely trust and/or believe a speaker on Youtube, or someone who simply managed to get their ideas published in a book - but you've got to put stock in your own perception.  That album was the last time that I did serious lyrics writing (the task is typically up to Scott).  As I pursue the path, I find that the lyrics I wrote contain a lot of truth that I had absolutely no inkling of when I wrote them.  I know what I was thinking at the time, and I was just trying to string together words that sounded cool into phrases, verses, and choruses that sounded cool.  So, paradoxically, my unawakened past self is also serving as one of my guides.  I don't know if that effect will work for anyone else, but it certainly is trippy in the deepest sense of the word.  I think Scott's lyrics often have a similar effect, but I didn't write those, so I don't have the first hand experience to know exactly where they came from.  I dunno, check out our old album if you haven't already?  It's free and it may be this creator's personal favorite of the Glaze of Cathexis recordings:

I may have not been particularly present here, but let me restate that I am not abandoning this blog.  These days I only post when I feel a real push to do so.  Uploading tunes has become quite a multi-step chore for me unfortunately.  While I've more or less been throwing format out the window, I do want to return some focus to the music.  I'm planning to drop the quality scale - if I'm posting here I like it enough that I want you to listen, and you can judge the quality on your own.  I may rely on some Youtube album links if that doesn't bother you too much.  Of course the Trip-O-Meter will remain - that's far too groovy to drop.  Anyone up for more funk, soul, and fusion?

22 August 2016

Glaze of Cathexis - 2016 - The High Desert Prophecies

It's just behind the veil of illusion that tickles your senses. You catch a glimpse of it through the substance that is around you. Your ancestors may seem ignorant in the bright lights of the technological world, but a few of them got it. Let's take a tryp toward the Center fueled by primordial vibrations and rock and roll. Glaze of Cathexis is a long running psychedelic rock concern that plays off the echoes of shoegaze, John Lennon, and the Doors. Dig it.

Sorry I haven't really been updating much recently.  I've been out on my own trip (partially documented in this music) and just haven't felt the fire to crank up psychedelic obscurities and then rate them.  And if you don't feel the fire, you probably shouldn't bother.  Not to say I'm vanishing.  I may tackle the music from another angle, ramble on the metaphysical, continue with the film fests or something else.  You will find new music from us here if you want to hear it.

Now is wonderful and my creative energies are rumbling - just at a different frequency.  Let's move onto the tunes, which live at Bandcamp and are free (contributions are very welcome, but not at all required).  Here we go:

And a touch of the visual for you.  The first one is new and the second you may have caught a few months back.

Of course we hope you enjoy, but our real goal is to spark you, wake you up, and maybe even prod you to open a few new doors of enlightenment.  Shouldn't that be the goal of every musician?

31 May 2016

Dr. Schluss' Psychedelic Film Fest May 2016

We're a bit on the back burner, but I'm busy creating lots of music and video and want to keep my lines of grooviness open to you.  So let's freak out to a few films to pass the time and take another step towards transcendence.

Aleph (1966)
Strange images presented to you under a strange Kabbalah rhythm and Flash Gordon.  Wallace Berman structured this film as a sort of collage, although he apparently didn't have the budget for sound.  Fortunately, this makes a wonderful platform for your own synchronicities.  I gave it another view with Radiohead's new album.  Something like that works nicely, but may I propose to you that some Psychedelic Garage homegrown Damaged Tape or Glaze of Cathexis recordings may fit the bill as well.

MK-Ultra Programming Video
MK-Ultra was a thing where the CIA experimented with mind control using a variety of methods including LSD.  Do I think this is a real programming video?  Not really.  But it is a hardcore psychedelic time and certainly with a view - provided you have not been subject to satanic ritual mind control.  Anyway, as fair warning there is a sheep decapitation that I skipped right over - you may want to as well.

LSD-25 (1967)
Speaking of LSD, here is an educational short narrated by Mr. LSD himself.  What wouldn't you want to watch that?   They didn't really do their job - it sort of sells the experience, albeit with a hint of danger.

24 April 2016

Burn Down the Golden Idol (2016)

Gonna serialize our next project a bit.  The Glaze of Cathexis has peered beyond the curtain of reality and we are ready to report our findings.  Are we enlightened enough to do this properly?  Probably not.  Are we talented enough to pull this off?  We hope so, but you can been the judge of that.  We have glimpsed at the magick that stands through the textured vail.  We may not understand it, but wish to hold a musical communion with you to consider it.  Burn down the Golden Idol.

11 April 2016

Dr. Schluss' Psychedlic Film Fest April 2016

I'm looking for those psychic, electricity-inducing icepicks into the brain.  Ephemeral and experimental films tend to do the trick.  I named my primary music project after one and we've gotten into the business of making them for ourselves.  For the past 15 or so years, I have tended to subject my newfound friends to screenings of this stuff, and now I will screen a few for you.  Will you be my friend on the cybernetic astral plane?

Weird, abstract analog imagery to tickle your brain.  There are no narratives, actors,or anything of that sort to distract you.  I have heard that this is the ground zero for special effects tricks that would later illuminate the lightsabers in the original Star Wars.  I think this is what you would see in the elongated split second between sticking your head into the lightsaber and disintegrating.  Holy crap, I tried to show the younglings The Force Awakens today but ended up with another run though Jurassic World instead.  Bloody hell, just watch "7362."

There was crappy video with the original soundtrack, and better video with someone else's music slathered all over the affair.  I went for option #1, but do keep in mind there are Kenneth Anger DVDs you can go for instead.  The subconscious and Egyptian imagery in this film will make you re-evaluate reality.  Some of the vocabulary for modern music videos and filmatic cultism is certainly created here  That said, while I'm not either, it's probably best to have an open mind towards the homo-erotic and the Satanic with this one.  The stranger realms of archetypes make themselves known here.  If you delve into the conspiracy theories, some suggest Anger is the true head of the Church of Satan, and an Illuminati herald of Aleister Crowley's demonic world-view.  At least it makes for an interesting subtext - sort of like assuming Sgt. Pepper's is a veiled acknowledgement of Paul is Dead.  Less conspiracy-laced is that Mick Jagger was deeply into this shiznatch - he even contributed an unlistenable electronic score to one of Anger's earlier films.  Not that this film gets off the hook.  The soundtrack is fantastic psychedelic weirdness, but you have to deal with the fact that it was created in prison by Bobby Beausoleil, a member of the Manson family.  This is meaty, if not comfortable, viewing.

If someone enters my home for the first time, I am likely going to make them watch this.  No, it's not psychedelic, and it's narrated and, uh, sung, by a substandard Johnny Cash wanna-be, but it is one of my favorite films.  Redundant or not, that theme song will implant itself into the core of your skull for the remainder of our lifetime.  It's a film intended to teach safety to construction site workers.  Most of us do not need this training, but we will enjoy the fact that every horrible accident that we think will happen to our stock actors does.happen.  I can enjoy bright red, fake blood.  This film once backfired on me when I tried to show it to a lady friend many years ago only to find out that the film disturbed her because her dad was a construction worker.  Don't be an asshole like me.  I guess the disclaimer is that you may want to avoid this situation.

David Bowie - 2016 - Blackstar Videos

For better or for worse, I haven't been ramping up a whole lot of the psychedelic obscurities recently.  Mostly grooving to the Beatles, Bowie, Gas, and listening through my new recordings on the trippier end.  So let's take a look at that Bowie.  I'm probably a few months late on this, but this is one of the few celebrity deaths that legitimately bummed me out. As you probably imagine, I never had an interaction with the Man, but my shitty high school punk band did play on the same stage that I caught my sole Bowie concert on a few months later - at least a fun connection for me (Atlanta's International Ballroom for the "Earthling" tour).  The "Blackstar" album is phenomenal - it's an unprecedented late-career masterpiece and I think it may be second only to "Low" in Bowie's catalog.  While ditching your long-time band for experimental jazzmen sounds like a prick move, it seems to have reignited the exploratory instinct of the classic 70's albums.  I've given the mystical, morality-facing album deep listening that I usually only reserve for stuff like the Beach Boys' "Smile" The Beatles "White Album," or, well, Bowie's "Low."  But I'm not going to target this as an album review (quality 5 ; trip-o-meter 4.5 I guess for the quick version).  Let's take a look at the phenomenal videos instead.

Gave a half-attention listening before news of Bowie's passing and thought the second song was cool - but it was just the core of "Blackstar" and when the first half returned I was surprised to be greeted by a "Station to Station" style epic.  I knew Bowie was going for absolute top form when I first heard the synth at 7:06 zoom in.  In the filmic sense, we are observing a strange convergence of Kenneth Anger,  Labyrinth, and weird, obscure Crowley-style Satanism blasting through the cosmic veil with just hint of hip-strutting disco to bring in the funk.  I'm pretty skeptical of releases from the old fogies, but this tune pretty well catapulted into my top five Bowie tunes.  This is an epic, dark sci-fi trip that you should undertake.

This one seems to have picked up most of the attention as a death note, and it is a strong one, but it doesn't quite hit the nexus button of subconscious that "Blackstar" did.  The track is definitely cool, with deranged electric guitar blast spazzed out by the Man himself.  Much smaller scale but well thought out, the button-eyed man returns to cringe on his deathbed.  The emaciated, dying Thin White Duke is quite a site, morbidly creeping back into his closet.  It's an amazing acknowledgement and exploitation of mortal decay, but ultimately a bad ass rebellion against said decay.  I'm knicking the idea from some clickbait article that I read, but I agree that the most profound image here is of our Thin White duke furiously scrawling his ideas and falling off of the desk, unable to express everything he desired with the little time that remained

A few days ago I read that although the Man is gone, we were getting a "lyric" video, which doesn't sound like much.  Of course there is no footage of a man who has left this moral coil, but we surprisingly get a painless syringe of metaphysic DMT injected directly into the eyeball. Yeah, (some) of the lyrics end up on screen, but what is important is the bizarre fusion of black-and-white imagery from Metropolis, vintage Flash Gordon, and Aladdin Sane eventually bursting into a cascade of insane VHS colour that concludes by sending Major Tom on his final trip though the cosmos.  Although on a completely different track, the only other lyric video I like was for the Lonely Island's "Semicolon."

26 January 2016


Various Artists - 1967 - Tropicalia: Ou Panis et Circencis
Quality: 4.5 out of 5
Trip-O-Meter: 4 out of 5

Caetano Veloso - 1967 - Caetano Veloso
Quality: 5 out of 5
Trip-O-Meter; 4.5 out of 5

Gilberto Gil - 1968 - Gilberto Gil
Quality: 5 out of 5
Trip-O-Meter: 4.5 out of 5

Caetano Veloso - 1969 - Caetano Veloso
Quality: 4.5 out of 5
Trip-O-Meter: 4.25 out of 5

Gilberto Gil - 1969 - Gilberto Gil
Quality: 4.75 out of 5
Tip-O-Meter: 4.5 out of 5

Milton Nascimento - 1970 - Milton
Quality: 4 out of 5
Trip-O-Meter: 4 out of 5

I've got to admit, I've been staring this post down in the face for almost two months.  It's not necessarily writer's block.  The Tropicalia scene in late 60's Brazil carries the cajones of any Beatle-boot wearin' prog rocker among the English speaking music set, so it's important, groundbreaking stuff.  These artists' names typically get tossed around the musical hipster crowd, especially with the more proactive efforts of David Byrne, but the fact remains that I've been looking for a few of these albums for almost 20 years.  I'll blame the language barrier.

I've got a lyric sheet in Portuguese, and one in Japanese, and I'm not to sharp on reading either.  Tropicalia is a wild fusion, owing a base in traditional Brazilian music forms, but basically incorporating outside influences in an indiscreet, and often very trippy way.  Now our British and American musical heroes were not lacking in trying to lyrically take down the Man a notch, but Brazil was under the thumb of a military dictatorship at the time, and the abstractly political lyrics actually put Veloso and Gil in prison for a spell, and then exiled to the UK for a few years.  They were saying important stuff, but I don't know what it is, and thus I've had trouble considering each album as a whole.  That's why I've elected to write about the musical tend as a whole.  So lets get musical.

The Tropicalia compilation is about the most definitive that one can muster for a musical form on a single LP.  It probably helps that despite the various artists nature of the thing, it seems that most of it was recorded as an album, with Caetano Veloso ring leading, and Gilberto Gil, Gal Costa, Brazilian space rockers Os Mutantes, and LSD-drenched composer and arranger Rogerio Duprat making important contributions.  Some of the tracks are just mildly twisted bossa novas, which are pleasant enough, but the key tunes are real mindbender.  I think I've preached the Os Mutantes performance of "Panis et Circencis" as being completely on the level of a "Strawberry Fields Forever" or "Good Vibrations," and I'll second that here.  The Mutantes also help Gilberto hit one out of the park with the Carnival-funk of "Bat Macumba,"  and Veloso and Costa turn in the absolute best version of "Baby," which I think has become somewhat of a Brazilian standard.  Oop! and let's not forget the Tom Ze-led musical concrete pop of "Parque Industrial."

Following this set, Veloso and Gil both turned in their first post-Tropicalia solo albums (they had done some straight-up bossa nova in the past).  While firmly in the cockpit, the musicians could take their spaceship further out there.  These albums are sort of like bouncing signals of Sgt. Pepper off of the surface of Mars and picking the transmissions up again in Rio.  Veloso's LP is lusher, with Duprat's twisted orchestral arrangements taking the Lewis Carroll whimsy side of British psychedelia and putting it up in a swinging Sao Paulo penthouse.  Although Veloso claims he never liked the tag"tropicalia," this album contains the track that gave the sound its name, along with one of his signature tunes, "Algeria Algeria."  Gil had the Mutantes still in tow, and skews a little more acid rock.  This helps since Gil tends to put the emphasis a little more on the rhythm, so you can twerk to more of this if you want to.

After this happy flowering of Brazilian psychedelia, the sound starts to darken (it would morph into 70's MFB style, which you can hear most easily on David Byrnes essential Beleze Tropical compilation ).  The word is that Veloso and Gil would wrap their political messages in poetic double and triple entendres, but they still ended up in jail for bucking the system.  And this is where they recorded their 1969 albums with only vocal and guitar.  That's not all you hear though, as the tapes were then shipped of to Duprat for full psychedelicization.  Gil comes off a little better under such a dark mood, with the first two tracks being among his best and the closing "Objeto Semi-Identificado" serving the listener with a full-on, experimental freak-out.  Veloso practices his English on a few tunes, but makes a perfect two point landing with "Nao Identificado."  I don't know, maybe I just think 'Identificado' is a cool word.

As the two intrepid singers were scuttled off to the UK, we've got this 1970 album release from Milton Nasciemento.  Although a talent equal to the tropicalia gang, he wasn't really a part of that scene as far as I know.  I think he was flirting around with Verve Records, which established a jazz connection which has allowed Nasciemento to appear on more American recordings, so I suppose it was a good idea.  His songwriting isn't quite as effortless as Veloso and Gil, but it's not shabby at all and his voice is absolutely distinctive in a way that few singers can muster.  I enjoy this CD, but I can't say I know much about it other than the sound.  There seems to be little hard information for this one drifting around on the net.  There is a jazzier glide to the sound, as well as a bit more of a band sound here.  It's sort of a transition from the 60's tropicalia to the somewhat spikier and percussive sounds Brazil would produce in the 70's.  You can get an earful of that at this retro-post: http://psychedelicobscurities.blogspot.jp/2008/01/milton-nascimentolo-borges-1972-clube.html

So there we go.  I totally dig these albums - I want to share them - I'm probably not that qualified to talk about them.  Don't let that dissuade you, though, and dive into to some of the best music the world has to offer.  Tell me if you're into this writing format as well.  I may continue with it a bit.

25 January 2016

Meridians : A Short Film by Scott Atkinson and Matt Comegys

The only way to hear the music we really want to hear is to make it ourselves.  And the only way to see the (art) films we really want to see is to make them ourselves.  We made this for ourselves, but maybe you'll dig it a little too.

25 December 2015

Astral Soothsayer : A Film by Scott Atkinson and Matt Comegys

As you could see on a few recent posts, we’ve been busy cooking up a more multimedia angle for our homegrown psychedelic excursion.  This is a journey of the passage between the conscious and unconscious hovering over a multicoloured lava flow of electronic sound.  We’re not throwing a band name on it – it’s simply a film called Astral Soothsayer.  That said, Glaze fans may find the quickest connection with “Offering to the Water God.”  If you’ve got 19 minutes to spare, groove to the whole thing:

And here are some links to dig them one at a time:

Endless Cosmic Rope Revolving:
Offering to the Water God
The Cenote Pilgrimage Acolyte

We’re not abandoning the musical angle, so if you like it, support us a bit with the soundtrack here:

Merry Christmas and a groovy New Year.  We’re gonna take you on a trip.

07 November 2015

Visualizations of the Roving Sage

While my musical productivity is going only without change, we're shifting our presentation to focus more on film.  Y'know, the bizarre sort of experimental films which can fill in the background at your next 'happening.'  This is Blueshifter, the first clip from the electronically-minded 'Astral Soothsayer Part I," which will be coming your way as a 16-minute or so film and soundtrack late this year or early next year:

If you've been digging 'The Amorphous Infinity,' the whole album now has a film.  Here 'tis:

And you can find the downloadable album here:

05 November 2015

Bobby Lyle - 1977 - The Genie

Quality: 4 out of 5
Trip-O-Meter: 4 out of 5

Sorry to have been a bit scarce - using your iPhone as a home Internet connection turns out to not be such a great idea as I keep getting bandwidth booted from the net.  Anyway, I'm he delving a bit deeper into the neon sparkles of 70's jazz-funk.  It seems that Bobby Lyle is one of those fellows who gets a lot of flak for blurring the lines between serious jazz and R&B, sort of like Roy Ayers.  I dig both forms of music, so it doesn't bother me.  This album stretches out to both poles to pretty good effect and finds some serious deep groovy to muck muck in.  But I will note the Lyle is best presented as a keyboardist, where he is first rate, rather than his stints as a second rate vocalist.

The title track is one of those things I probably heard somewhere as a kid and it's been bouncing around in my head ever since.  Until I picked this disc up, I wasn't sure if I made it up or not.  "Pisces" takes the mirror image of that melody and converts the groove into a slow burner.  "Magic Ride," "I'm So Glad (and I'm Thankful)," and "You Think of Her" are the vocal numbers and they wouldn't be out of place on a Roy Ayers album.  The third of them is very much your 'midnite luv' scented booty thumper.  "Mother Nile" changes up the groove a bit - matching up a wall of polyrhythms with the most flatulent synths ever.  The album closes with a solo piano piece which is fine when taken on its own, but in the context of the album it ends things with a bit of a fizzle.

Regardless of a few misshapen edges, the prime cuts secure this albums spot as an absolute jazz-funk classic.  One look at the cover illustrates the psychedelic/visionary undercurrent of the music, and that's why we're discussing it here.  There are so many eyes.  It's tangible music for me - with the notes forming globs of glowing plasma converting the entire room into a lava lamp.  Well, figuratively at least.

25 September 2015

Gabor Szabo - 1971 - High Contrast

Quality: 4 out of 5
Trip-O-Meter: 3.5 out of 5

So a jazz-funk offering from a Hungarian guitarist isn't really a shoo-in for the psychedelic genre, you can pick up on that as he judges you with his eyes on the cover - but follow on through with my logic.  Play this set by a group of crack musicians including the headlining guitarist along with Bobby Womack (of "Across 110th Street" fame) and some of his cronies, and we're entering the waters of oddball 60's studio team endeavours such as Elektra Records "Zodiac" or the Electric Prunes religion-themed albums.  Factor in polyrhythmic percussion and lava lamp guitar lines to reach some vibrations only a step or two removed from the Grateful Dead in full-on concert flight.  That one or two steps reflects on the fact that these fellers are jazz masters at their respective instruments, which the Dead could never really claim.  Look under the hood and I think this record has some psychedelic power.

Szabo's name is on the cover, and he throws in some great playing along with three strong writing contributions, but Womack is the name that we tend to consider when this album comes up.  The original recording of Womack's "Breezin'" is present, which George Benson would record a few years later to kickstart smooth jazz for better or for worse.  The last three tracks are also Womack's, and interesting to hear as he would recycle some of the music for some of his R&B epics later in the decade.  Of course the devil is in the details and the jazz vibe paints the tunes very different colours.

If you are a psychedelic soul who grooves on the sounds of David Axelrod or the jazzier moments of the Dead or the Allman Brothers, this is actually something you want to hear.  It's all in the marketing.  You look at the cover, run a basic scan on the history, and you're looking at early fusion/smooth jazz romp.  But take the sounds themselves, and you're on a magic carpet, wafting through the L.A. haze with the Dude alongside.

07 September 2015

Hour Glass - 1968 - Power of Love

Quality: 3.5 out of 5
Trip-O-Meter: 3.5 out of 5

Speaking of artists' baby pictures, here we've got Gregg and Duane Allman stuck in a blue-eyed soul group.  It's not embarrassing - the future stars shine well - but it's not quite a good fit.  Still, this is the second album, which I've read is more in the right direction than the first.  Diverging a bit, I should admit that's I've never quite know what to make of the Allman Brothers.  For many years, I sort of just assumed that they were a solid band that I didn't rally want to listen to.  Then I started warming up more and more to there spacier instrumentals, better ballads, and "Rambin' Man."  But I'm from the deep South, and I start getting repulsed when the more redneck-y, Lynyrd Skynyrd vibes start kicking in.  Then again, I string my Les Paul just like Duane Allman (wrapped over the bridge) to optimize for slide guitar - so I guess I have to be a bit of a fan to do that.

Getting back to Hour Glass, there is a notable disconnect between what the record company probably wanted, and what the bros. wanted.  Most of the tracks want to be the Grass Roots, although with more powerful vocals and significantly better lead guitar.  I'm not going to say the Grass Roots straight-up sucked, but I will say the the best thing to come out of the band was Creed from the Office.  Then there are three tracks with the Allman DNA struggling to come out.  "Changing of the Guard" wouldn't be completely out of place on an Allman's album, "To Things Before" seems to test out the chord pattern for "Melissa," and "Now Is the Time" hints out some of the later band's jazzier vibes.  We've also got an outlier with a cover of "Norwegian Wood" featuring Duane on electric sitar.  Do I need to say more.  With the bonus tracks, you get some notable added value with several tracks from an aborted Gregg Allman solo album, which definitely comes closer to the sort of sounds you would expect, especially with an early run of "It's Not My Cross to Bear."

If you are down with the Allmans, you've either heard this already or you need to.  For the rest of use there are some groovy sounds to be had here.  A few essentials, and a lot of stuff that walk the line from fair to middling, with a small helping of surprisingly good.

The Stone Poneys - 1967 - The Stone Poneys featuring Linda Ronstadt

Quality: 4 out of 5
Trip-O-Meter: 3.5 out of 5

I dunno.  Maybe I'm a bit too much of a youngin' to have Linda Ronstadt on my radar.  I know the name, the voice seems somewhat familiar, but I couldn't recall any of her hits.  I'm not even sure what "Different Drum" sound like.  This is not to say that the music sucks, I'm just saying that I'm coming towards this album from the dawn of Ronstadt's career with absolutely no context.  The L.A. fuzzy studio is definitely in place, along with some hickory tones wafting in from Elektra's west coast offices.  I'd be willing to wager that I'm hearing a little of the L.A. session pros the Wrecking Crew in the tracking, but I'm going by ear alone on that one.  What we've got in the end is a very well-crafted folk rock concoction that can at least make a respectable showing in the late 60's album race, although I don't think it would end up a finalist.

The Stone Poneys were not your kids screwing around in the garage.  There's a soon-to-be A-list vocalist in place,  the songwriting is several notches above average, and if the band is handling the instrumentation on their own, they have a lot of groovy spit and polish (and if it's the Wrecking Crew, that's cool too).  It's like 30 minutes with a very chilled out A.M. 60's pop station.  I keep thinking of selecting so-and-so track as the "should've been" hit single, but most of them actually come out that way.  I guess today it's "Orion," but it might be "If I Were You" tomorrow.  I also went looking for the track that crosses the twee/cheese barrier, but the band miraculously seems to avoid that (if presses, though, "All the Beautiful Things").  So if Fairport Convention was the British Jefferson Airplane, then the Stone Poneys would be the American Fairport Convention.  I swear it makes sense in the end.

You often delve into an artist's baby pictures to find them smeared in diaper butter, but this sounds pretty straight up solid to me.  I suppose if I follow this road to a collaboration with Dolly Parton and Emmylou Harris, we'd find the trippier vibes drying up, but we've got a twilight mist wafting through this album to give it a nice spot in the Psychedelic Garage.