Hippies were everywhere, straights were still obsessed with two things...Cutting my hair and sending me into a jungle with a rifle.
But we still had Cream in our lives and it was good.
This is the original from 66
Ginger Baker, what a cool name for a drummer!
If you can find the movie named something like "Watch Out for Mr Baker," it let's the world know not to come knocking on his door in South Africa. At least during the period that the movie was being made.
I must have been spending the summer in Portugal when this band burst upon the scene, as they said once upon a time.
Oh, the harshness. Hardly, I was a lucky kid in some ways.
Of course I finally had no more ways of dodging the clutches of The American Machine (at its worst. Soo bad that this machine learned nothing from our defeat in Southeast Asia. We are doing the same thing in Southwest Asia, and perhaps even more cruelly.)
This is off topic, again. Arrgh.