Looney Toons
Looney Toons
Well, I want this to be about John, John Sinclair who will always be very special to a number of us around here because he could drop by your place, same as you could drop by his and you would end up getting so blitzed that you couldn’t walk, maybe. Or maybe I could try and tell you what it’s like to be sixteen in Detroit and read a rock and roll column in an underground (quote) paper that’s so far out that it just totally changes your aesthetic, that’s so far out that a lot of other writing is revealed for the pud-shit that it is.
A Rock and Roll Dope column, you dig, that could write about early Cream and Pink Floyd and Albert Ayler and Roscoe Mitchell and Joseph Jarman and make you see those people, inside out and backwards.
Or to be politically confused because everything around you was breaking up into little splinters, people listenin’ to rock and roll and people listenin’ to Chairman Mao and you kinda sensed that there was something wrong. And you wake up one day and by God if somehow someone hasn’t fused the two, rock and roll culture and political consciousness. John Sinclair.
Then there was the February day that the first MC5 album came in to the record stores and we went out and got a couple copies and blew off the movie we were gonna go to and went home and listened to it and got high or vice versa, I don’t remember and it don’t seem to matter. And reading John’s notes about how we needed a free high energy source and knowing it was fuckin’ true.