It was widely believed back then that marijuana would kick open the doors of perception, a sort of spiritual steroid that could jump-start the divine spark.
The cemetery was the best neighbor imaginable. No dogs shitting on your lawn, no loud stereos, lawn mowers, or squealing tires. Just long rows of dead folk.
The Serbs despised the Zeno family for speaking Albanian, and the Albanians mistrusted them for their Greek heritage, but until recently, business was good.
They had a hard, driving bass, and showcased the conga playing of percussionist Jorg’e Acevedo, while it’s the lead guitar of Richard Lymon that really shines.
Many have the look of magazine illustration, albeit of the “tone it down, we can’t run that” variety, although a few have appeared in well-known magazines.