For you youngsters out there, i came of age in the 1970s, a very funky time, more so than anything you might currently know or could imagine.
Don’t believe me? Consider this:
A real poet/musician on a real evening talk show where they wear real polyester clothes on a fake brick, shag carpet set and smoke while they’re doing it all. This is not make believe or some slick Hollywood trickery like the moon landing.
This is the real deal: (forward to 2:16 if you want a shorter version)