It's frightening to think that the Mothers' new album was produced before last week's holocaust in the Haight. It's an amazing piece of paranoid prophesy come true – almost as if publicity conscious cops had a piece of the royalty. Hippy-Phonies come to San Francisco, contract psychedelics and crabs, get shot daring a police massacre in Golden Gate Park. Surviving freaks are carted off in busloads to Concentration Camp Reagan where: "you might imagine you have been, invited to try out a wonderful new RECREATIONAL DEVICE (designed by the Human Factors Engineering Lab as a method of relieving tension and pent-up hostilities among the members of the CAMP STAFF ... a thankless job which gives little or no ego gratification . . . even for the chief warden). At the end of the piece, the name of YOUR CRIME will be carved on your back." (read more)

Source: Independent Voices

An imaginary interview with Ruben & the Jets band members by Smokestack El Ropo, who was presumably Charles Perry, editor and staff writer at the Rolling Stone.

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