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THE DR. HOOK STORY

Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show are playing the Community Concourse in San Diego. They've just come tumbling onstage, seven raggedy wastedorties picking the ticks out Of their beards, giggling in the classic pothead manner, tossing off as many four-letter naughties and peepee doodoo sniggerines as the market will carry.

February 1, 1974
Lester Bangs

THE DR. HOOK STORY

Or, Every time You Try To Find The Bottom, It's Never There

Lester Bangs

Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show are playing the Community Concourse in San Diego. They've just come tumbling onstage, seven raggedy wastedorties picking the ticks out Of their beards, giggling in the classic pothead manner, tossing off as many four-letter naughties and peepee doodoo sniggerines as the market will carry. It Vail so infectious that between the kaka you might miss the fact that a series of aching Countrytinged ballads is actually emanating from this pack of prifce doofuses bumping into each other in whinnying bliss, blowing cues, solos, equipment and whole songs because all that honky professionalism means nothing up against your own perfect blundering enlightenment, and if you trip over your own ankles and put your big clodhopper thru the bass drum it's only natch'l and meant fo be that way! Because Dr. Hooks commit this primo fuckup exactly the same way at every single performance !

They're the most pristinely professional imitation of total nonprofessionalism I've ever seen.

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