...produced by wunder kid genius van dyke parks, ry got this released in '70 'n its his take on th' 30's country blooz with depression era lonesome funk...gospelly grooved 'n olde tymey jazz vibes hang in th' air 'n take a cat from reefered basement tape sessions to laurel canyon dusty roads windin high into strange mountains filled with peyote dreams...perfectly captures a time 'n place that was desperately tryin to free itself from th' burnin rage that spread all across th' land from sea to shinin sea...how could a poor cat stand such times without bein drawn into th' madness...