Sonny.
The man from Saturn had roots (deep ones) and, for a time, swam in the same waters any striving musician in the early ’50s had to dive into.
He dove deeply, and drank up an entire ocean before he came out bigger, badder and a hell of a lot weirder.
And I’ve got a LOT more to say on this subject, soon.
For now, it’s astonishing and ceaselessly fascinating to hear how grounded, groovy and –for lack of a better word– normal his early work (collected on the indispensable Singles double-disc) sounds.
Proof that even when he kept up with the Joneses, he did it as good as anyone. And it’s even better when you know that he was already jonesin’ for outer space.
To be continued…
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