Dakota’s recommendations: The 13th Floor Elevators.
Dakota came hurricane’ing in to our lives from Tucson, Arizona about two years ago (asking for a ‘wine opener’) and we all spent the next two months in and out of a sleazy haze of forgotten nights, strip clubs and evenings lusting after a pretty skanky looking bar-maid. When he left he gave me a huge list of bands, artists and writers that I should check out, and this post is the beginning of a regular feature where Dakota himself reviews those particular luminaries. He’s been on/off traveling for a long time (I’m not actually sure where he is at the moment) so look out for a travel column coming your way on the regs soon too.
The 13th Floor Elevators – Easter Everywhere
Roky Erickson was THE LSD causality of the sixties. Syd Barrett and the tie-dye, Patchouli smelling hippie with shattered eyes lurking the parking lots of PHISH concerts selling bad acid he describes as ‘bubbly’ are just products of the sixties. The 13th Floor Elevators sometimes get recognition from rock critics for first using the term ‘psychedelic,’ but they don’t sound like The Dead or the drum circle in Golden Gate Park that hasn’t stopped since the Summer of Love.
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So what does the 13th Floor Elevators – Easter Everywhere do to the Central Nervous System? Summons unabashed emotion and images of prisms penetrating blue skies, releasing floods of geometric colors. Features a cover of Baby Blue that is better than the Dylan original, ‘Dust’ is an absolute tearjerker, and ‘Pictures (Leave Your Body Behind)’ leaves no one behind, not even certain ‘authorities’ who committed Roky to an insane asylum.