posted on Aug, 25 2017 @ 01:21 PM
I have to laugh when I hear this song mentioned. As teenagers in the late 1960s, Iron Butterfly is the first rock concert my brother and I went to.
But in spite of our pleads, our father insisted on going with with us, and even sitting with us, much to our embarrassment.
Without saying a word, my father shook his head the entire ride home, being fully disgusted with the experience. But it did not stop there. He also
went with us to see the movie Easy Rider. That put him over the edge. After that, he was good with waiting outside.