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This should give you an acid flashback even if you never did it back then. I know, I’m having one.Damn
This is my ultimate and only favorite song from JA post Marty Balin.
All I can say is grab some headphones for this one. It’s like taking a trip without any drug, more satisfying as well. In one respect it’s like the song together is also in parts if that makes any sense. Between Joey Covington & Grace Slick’s opening eerie vocals, the magic of the guitars being played on this track by Carlos Santana, Paul Kantner & Jorma Kaukonen or the debut of Papa John Creach violin riffs as if they were talking to each other. The combination made this whole song a psychedelic bliss.
Santana Performed Saturday, August 16.
Recorded Live at Tanglewood (Lenox, MA) 8-18-1970