it was summer of 1999 or 1998, me, p and the kids all gathered at the corner and it was a special day because p brought with him sacks loaded with homegrown shrooms. "here," says he, handing me about 3/4 of an ounce of dried psillocybin, "these are for you." i eat a couple and he says, "no, eat the whole thing." this is probably the second or third time ever i'd dosed shrooms, so i take the whole bag. needless to say, within an hour the walls were bleeding and every cop on the beat knew i was high and were out to get me--so in desperation i went over to debbie's apartment, cg's girl, and she, cg and i listened to this album over and over for the next few hours while i hid in a fetal ball under a comforter on her ratty couch and smoked hash. later on i went to see ace and the rager's at the old grog. thanks, gene and dean, for pulling me out of my hellish bad trip.
also, this is the best cover ever. screw any humorless birkenstock wearer who says otherwise!