In its way, Eat A Peach is a perfect album. Doesn't mean it's the singular greatest musical accomplishment of all time, but it's a sublimely woven fabric. ####, it's an America that even the Political Forums factions can all believe in.
You put the album on, light a joint (cause you didn't have no vape), put the top down - or sunroof or windows, whatever - and there is little better music to cruise through hills, valleys and undulating greenery on a fine summers day.
Had the pleasure of doing just that, We were leaving the higher elevations of Yosemite National Park after four days of winter camping. As the growing temps warmed our chilled bones, there was no outside world. Just four dudes, on a road trip, proud of what we'd done, happier to be cruising into the embrace of the sun.
Toward the end of the album, as we got to the lower elevations at the fringe of humanity, we stopped at a gas station corner store. It was Americana personified.
We couldn't be happier, and, honestly, not many times have I been. And that's not a bad thing, it was spiritual and soulful.
What a magical moment, as we pivoted from the cold reality of survival (mostly some good weed and beer for which no cooler was needed), to the throes of life, the job, LA. But at that moment, in that bubble, we all got to Eat A Peach. And it was perfect.