And don't forget the Byrds' master-move into self-generating piety and generalized diffusely distinct sectarian non-sectarian religiosity. And, of course, the Cowsills are the wholesomely disguised clusion of the Pacific Ocean's effect on the surfin' music a connection which Trini Lopez has claimed to be evident in surf guitar imitations of the rolling of the surf.
Innocent even when you knew completely where Cassius Clay was at and even Feuerbach but not Feuerbach as a post-religious guy. Man once upon a time you knew that the Cowsills ate it but somehow could be listened to, you knew it without resorting to calling them a pack of freaks. Man the Stones were always happy, don't you see? But now you see the Doors are like Cowsills and their world view was irrelevant.
... piece" on jazz and rock rejected by Down Beat, scraps from the Yale fiasco, and even two pages (linking the Cowsills and the Rolling Stones) from Soft Dull, an attempted first novel I took pleasure in feeding to a Manhattan incinerator in 1972.