ROLLIN' HOME WITH DAVE ON A GLORIOUS LONG-GONE DAY
Sun and wind. Lovely ladies and the smoke of a party never to be forgotten.
The year was 1966, and the artist the young but already formidable
Dave Mann. The year of Our Lord Nineteen Hundred and Sixty Six.
Acid on sugar cubes, the Summer of Lust, bikes and girls on every
cornor, rock 'n' roll pouring out the cracks in the walls of every
club. 1966. A 300 pound hustler named Davey Rosenberg tells a
relatively flat-chested chick named Carol Doda to ditch her bikini
top when she dances. A profession is born. A while later Doda decides
to become less flat-chested. A medical subspeciality is created.
For Doda, and for the acid heads and pill freaks, it was better
living through modern chemistry all the way. 1966. The best year a
lot of us ever had or ever will have. Thanks Dave, for bein' there
to put it on canvas for us. --Trampo
