While we're rocking the late-'60s mental vectors, let's move it over to our side of the Atlantic. This one's got Ted Nugent in the co-pilot's chair. That's him on guitar, apparently blissfully unaware of the song's lyrical implications. Unlike the Floyd, these Dukes are held down by their earthbound ways, musically and probably politically too. It's more like a journey to the drive-in or the shooting range, or whatever Ted was into to help him realize his loincloth fantasies. Still, this track is a fine garage psych rocker, and I recall it being put to good use in a dream sequence on Six Feet Under, which is about as un-Nuge as it gets, short of the Oxygen network.The Amboy Dukes - Journey to the Center of the Mind
