I heard this song for the first time a couple of years ago over at the always fabulous Art Decade. An almost indescribable combination of Native American peyote chant, trance, and sunshine pop. From
Harpers Bizarre 4 (1969), this never fails to put a smile on my face.
It was written Native American jazz saxaphonist Jim Pepper. The production is truly transplendant, with tinkling bells and tom toms, and later in the song a very simple but lovely guitar line provides a counterpoint to the vocals.
I am smiling ear to ear.
And Bryan Ferry Can Go Fuck Himself Too.
5 hours ago