Old Enough to Forget

A shorter entry this time. I figured since I've done a couple entries featuring Goose Creek Symphony, I didn't need to rehash a lot of stuff and repeat myself. After I'd streamed the band's debut, I was intrigued by the alchemy of hippy dippy rock and roots, so I set out to find their albums, and in short order I'd picked up the four records they released in the '70s. I didn't listen to them in chronological order. I initially skipped this one in favour of hearing Words of Earnest because that one had "Mercedes Benz" and "Guitars Pickin', Fiddles Playin'," the song my aunt told me about. I was flipping through my records, and I realized I'd not listened to all of my Goose Creek Symphony albums. I was in the mood for something a little different, and I had an image in my head about what Welcome to Goose Creek would sound like, and ... I ... was ... wrong. It wasn't a bad surprise at all ... just not what I was expecting. ...