Last week, the crew in the studio allowed me to link to the stereo system and play music from my library. After a few hours of easy listening after the Longines Symphonette played Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head, it was disconnected. Now there is a ban on my hip tunes. In the same vein, I can prove I’m super groovy by sharing these out of this world pieces from Disneyland in the late 60s and early 70s. You might think, “Oh, Disneyland. How square.” But check it out dude, this stuff is rocking. Who knew wacky duo-tones and overprinting could be so swell?
Now if we deconstruct the genesis of this style we land in a place about counter-culture mind-altering drug use. I’m sure some guests insisted on taking psychotropic substances and riding Alice in Wonderland. I remember smelling pot in Adventure Thru Inner Space when I was a teenager. I once had a friend suggest we all go to Disneyland and get high. I said no of course. That just sounds un-American. But, I have collected the cool and happening graphics. I’m groovy.