#57
I'm going one over my post queue quota for tonight.
Mostly because this is the record I want to listen to to end with this go round.
(Much to the consternation of the cat who has taken to sitting directly on the mouspad to stare me into putting food into her dish while she impedes my progress in finishing this post. She's only hurting herself...)
This Lp is pretty quality though.
Starting with the cover.
February 1968 - lsp- 3973 - There's Nothing Like an Old Hippie
I mean, just look at that cover. That's fucking hilarious. The album itself is good too.
You can pick your own favorites, but I'm partial to the two openers.
A1 | Hill Billy Hippie | 2:15 |
A2 | I Crept Into The Crypt And Cried | 2:50 |
A3 | Owed To Don Bowman | 1:59 |
A4 | Four Rooms And Path | 2:21 |
A5 | World's Oldest Teenager | 1:46 |
A6 | The Hootin' Holler Hilton Bar And Grill | 1:55 |
B1 | Indian Trader | 2:25 |
B2 | That Little Boy Of Mine | 2:01 |
B3 | I Taught Her Everything She Knows | 2:14 |
B4 | I Couldn't Spell "Pffft" | 2:03 |
B5 | It Ain't No Fun To Be A Pigeon | 2:07 |
B6 | The Second Hundred Years | 2:10 |
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