I'm thinking right now about the middle-aged woman behind the record store counter – the manager, the matriarch with authority to push the button. I can see her clearly in my mind's eye. She was respectable, megastraight by 1966 standards. Maybe it was the fact that we were twins, which still opens a lot of doors. There we were, my brother and I, poised to make an LP purchase with money gleaned from a week's worth of lawn mowing. The choice was critical. A mono pressing would set us back only about $1.99. A new stereo – full-radial-sound release –  $2.99. What we really wanted seemed well out of reach – Freak Out by the Mothers Of Invention. We'd heard "Motherly Love" on the nightly portion of KPLS – our local Top Forty station. Back then they let the "hippest" jock "go underground" after six. Motherly love. What was that strange guitar tone? (It turned out to be a kazoo.) There was something sinister, something, well, freaky about this band. So anyway, the bad news...

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