C.J. Fish on Saturday
Richard Goldstein, The Village Voice, 3 October 1968
IT WAS Saturday afternoon and the Algonquin Hotel smelled of old marble and mahogany. In his suite, Country Joe MacDonald sat on a sofa and watched cartoons on color tv. They were strange, frenzied fantasies filled with ultraviolet dragons and heroic white whales. Aggression was the dominant theme and the plots amounted to a series of battles, with flashes of color the only sign of impact. Joe watched for 20 minutes, holding a wind-up policeman doll in his hand. You turn the key and the head bobs and the club moves up and down.
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