Bollman, it’s a local label, a country label, a label I avoid. So when a like-minded friend of mine recently pulled this 45 aside to listen to I tried to help out by warning “Oh, that label’s gonna be country. You don’t need to listen to that.” Disregarding my pessimism, he dropped the needle anyway. Instantly the room (of fellow record nerds, of course) began to grin. Ilene starts strong with the acid references, sprinkles in a little pot talk and just when you think things couldn’t get anymore ridiculous she expresses interest mainlining a little good ol’ fashion “freedom.” It must’ve been hard to be a teenage square in the late 1960s. But at least in this case Ilene’s conservative southern family values resulted in the coining of a new musical genre: Dallas Drug Country.
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