My first rock concert was Jefferson Starship in Hawaii, first semester in college. I am glad you mom wouldn’t let you have that album as a kid.The song still stands as erotic, but in a longing way, in a in the moment way; not crass. How terrible that those we thought as wild and young, when we were very young, are passing on.
I have a black light somewhere and the lava lamp is in the living room. But with these passings, it is hard to get into the mood. Wait... I married my college sweetheart (watching the debate on DVR in the other room) so all is still good, very good.
Nice chatting with you. Thank-you for sharing your memories.
“All over my thighs.. I’m dreaming...dreaming...”