In case you ever wondered what Freedom sounds like, fret no more. The infamous title of this post actually does come from a doctor, the famous Timothy Leary, and if you look past what the conservative establishment has turned this phrase into, well, you are in for a ride. Back in 1967, recorded an album that, above some serious acid induced jams, narrates a sort of acid meditation. Never forgetting who gave Leary and his commune the acid, mostly, the tax payers.
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Words: Robert Boswell Illustrations: Rebel-Yuth I recently had the pleasure of talking with Jerry Cohen, owner and founder of Ebbets Field Flannels, on his latest trip to London. We discussed a great deal of things including Jackie Robinson and the integration of Major League Baseball, wool as a performance fabric, meeting Odd Future and the renaissance […]