We're Only in it for the Money
We’re Only in it for the Money
In 1967,
San Francisco became the eipicenter of the hippy summer of love. This
whole album is a sendup of that culture, from the fake hippies buying
wigs while their hair grew out, hitchhiking to san francisco, getting
turned on to LSD, then to becoming hippie gypsies, spawning what comes
down to us today as the rainbow family. There are 19 tracks on this
album.. The cover looked like the classic Beatles “Sgt Pepper’s Lonely
Hearts Club Band”. lots of distorted voices throughout. There are whole
songs where the vocal is a sped-up, almost alvin the chipmunk voice.
Lots of Weird just for shock effect. Each album so far has at least one
“off” track, whether it be a jazzy jam or some weird avant garde piano
work, what I would have once called “contemporary music”. At least
that’s what the public radio show that first got me to send some money
was called. One notable example of this is Edgard Varese,
whom FZ admired enough to write liner notes for a compilation of his
music. Varese liked to include things like sirens in his orchestral
pieces. It was, in fact, FZ’s authorship of those liner notes that led
me to give him a listen. He sounded reasonable enough in print Some
other random ramblings, more impressions as i listened. This was the
first FZ album I bought on CD without having ever had it on vinul first.
I think I bought “Cruising with Reuben and the Jets”, but later sold
that one back because i thought it sucked. What’s there to live for..
who needs the pace corps making fun of kids who went to san francisco
after the summer of love, asking the chamber of commerce how to get to
Haight Street. contentration moon.. xylophone!!! Hippie concentration
camps.. the answer to excessive protests.. Let’s hope the current
administration doesnt get ahold of this song. mom dad.. watching on tv
that the police had shot some rabblerousing kids.. “you’l sit home and
drink all night, they look too weird, it serves them right” At this
point, FZ was really down on the hypocracy of drinking all night while
giving their kids crap for trying stuff.. self righteous until it is
revealed that the kids who got shot were the daughter’s boyfriend.. and
they killed her too.. anyways, it’s a sad song. Bow Tie Daddy is a
little short ditty I once had as my answering machine message, making
fun of the whole middle-class consumerist lifestyle in 30 seconds. harry
you’re a beast… what’s not to like about a song that has chorus of
“don’t come in me, in me”? what’s the ugliest part of your body? I think
it’s your mind.. I leaned the word discorporate, which means “to leave
your body” from this album. FZ didn’t mince his words much.. “flower
power sucks.. sucks.. sucks.. sucks…” flower punk - takeoff on Hey Joe
by Jimi Hendrix.. weird distorted voices background, you’ll want to
listen to it a few times..