When I hear the opening parts of East Bay Ray's guitar in the song, "Chicken Farm," by the Dead Kennedys, I am thrust into a cosmos fantasy.I'm reborn as a magician, a wizard and I have the power to send lightning bolts of energy out of the tips of my fingers into all of space. My arms spin around like a hippie at a Dead show, loose and free. I throw the high vocal guitar far, like a ribbon of light and it touches the Earth, all of it, and sprays white stars of pleasure and clarity. The sound fluctuates, comes closer, goes further, it gives a little of itself to every single thing in existence.
Like laser lights on a moonless night, I'm a wizard in charge with Ray's guitar, and I'm making everything happy.
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