Indian Reservation

*Hall of Shame tune #4 in a series of 5. Part of an ongoing little exchange, "What Was I Thinking?" courtesy of DarkoV, and played along with Whisky Prajer)






Yes, I will admit it publicly - I was in love with Mark Lindsay in the summer of 1967. Cut out every picture I could find of him and stuck it on my ceiling above my bed (a fetish I fortunately outgrew before I needed a blood transfusion from all those staples that fell back onto my bed in the night.) Chest hair has always been another fetish (one which I kept!) and Mark had all that and more. All about the ponytail and tights, too, you know.

Now, I will still defend a lot of the early music of the Raiders. They were unique and often times really rockin', especially in the late 60's.

But then in 1970, they had this chart topper: John Loudermilk's song "Indian Reservation". It was a good showcase for Lindsay, but now the song just seems silly and pretentious (as do white tights and ponytails on men). Compare it to track #13 on the above linked album - uh huh, there is no comparison. Raiders' medly of C.C. Rider and Jenny Jenny is still cool.

I never cared for the onstage hokey "Marx Brothers" type antics of the group, but most of their music is still very "listen-able".

Just skip "Indian Reservation" on my selections, please.