STILLS GNASH

Satellite roulette.

I’m going to push a button. I’m going to hear a song. I’m going to write about that song.

Didi mau! Didi mau!

Love the One You’re With— Stephen Stills

From 1970, a distillation of why the 60s had to die.

Now, I’m not being fogyish and hating on all the free-love babble, as weedy and opportunistic as it might be.

I’m not denying the patent pending harmonies and the organ-grinding organ, thick and redolent as patchouli.

But “There’s a rose in a fisted glove/And the eagle flies with the dove”?

Is that supposed to be sexy? Or worse yet, sexual?

Because, I have to say, that “rose in a fisted glove” image is pretty damn terrible either way.

Take a bath, hippie.