In the late 60s, I would likely have said that the Sons of Champlin were my favorite (if occasionally exasperating) bands. Not only crazed hippies but one of the first bands to include a horn section and some very complicated music. I saw them live a number of times, mostly great concerts. At the Amador County festival they confessed that they’d been waiting backstage for hours and, well, indulging themselves. For a band whose music required being as tight as the best soul and funk bands, wandering onstage while stoned to the eyeballs just doesn’t work. Oog.