Behind the buzz: This clutch of untelegenic megabuck hippies was supposedly outselling the Beatles as the '60s crumbled into the '70s. This second CCR album of 1970 is typically regarded as psychedelic as these country boys ever got, but that's only because of the horns and general conceptual disjointedness. There's little evident desire to frame a West Coast Sgt. Pepper, as Spirit did with the epochal Twelve Dreams of Dr. Sardonicus, released the month before; and it was Jim Morrison, not John Fogerty, who wailed of blood in the streets that year. So, in advance of plunking down bookoo bux this Saturday for Creedence Clearwater Revisited at the Mountain Winery in Saratoga (one hell of a long drive from the Mission), wallow awhile in the glories of the original band's weirdest record.
Today's dope: A fierce indica named Dollatella, house strain of a west L.A. dispensary of like name. Like firing a three-stage bomb in your brain.