...th'farm band were part o'th'tennessee farm commune that was lead by original hippy thinker stephen gaskin who'd transplanted 150 freex from northern california to th'bluegrass state,a fairly novel move considerin th'politix o' redneck areas like that,not a welcomin place for a longhaired autonomy in th'early seventees...(th'commune eventually came to number some 1500 hippys which just musta got th'local law pigs in some kinda froth,independence not bein high on th'agenda in th'consumer society)...gaskin himself had been a marine back in th'early 60s'n had first hand experience o' pig mind control'n soul sappin that such an institution needs to function as an (non)effective destroyer force,after which he gravitated to th'haight ashbury just as th'acid was beginnin to flow'n turned on to th'possibilities o' a new life beyond th'town o'squareville...wanderin th'length'n breadth o' san fran durin th'hippy frenzy he spoke o' his philosophy o' free thinkin,away from th'rhetoric o' th'24hour TEEVEE society,back to a more natural state o' self sufficiency,becomin unreliant on th'downpressor madison avenue culture...so when th' commune set up in tennessee they needed their own entertainment'n hence th'band were formed from whoever could rock-on-out...th'jams on this double wax're a mixture o' rural rockin'n lengthier ballroom screetchin with good vibes invocation to 'get on down'...not as flipped out as th'yo ho wha collective but a really nice hour o'back porch psychedelic noodle none th'less,recommended to all layabouts who know th'score,to all wasters who know th'moment is always NOW...