The fun of it is that the lyrics have a far out FEEL to them, but are in fact telling a part of the same story all the best children's stories tell: How Magic is Life, Man?!?
I have laughed, sung, loved, cried and then laughed myself silly listening from childhood (born in '75 - this was MY generation, Muppet Show every sat night i jammed with my dad at 4 and 5 years old) to college and beyond. This year, grieving him, I watched the motion picture in a theater for the second time (too little to remember the first very well, but the soundtrack was in heavy rotation our record player for 15 years), I keep loving the whole album. This song does particulalry jam, though. I put it on my most beloved mix played at all the Peeps O' Kenyon sunsets, between Little Green Bag and Peace Frog.
I love it at 49 y/o because it CAN appeal to anyone. Pot culture was, for me (and in my largely priviliged early life) fundamentally about letting go and becoming your inner child. Seeing the silly and beautiful in everyday things. SO, while I can easily imagine the hallucinatory moments of the 60's and 70's when Jim (and company, esp Frank) were creating the Muppets with his/their spark being involved somehow, I can just as easily say that none of the stuff in these lyrics requires any substances for people who are transcendentally creative. I'm both. I loved me a little herbal inspo in my time, and I would NEVER presume to be talented in the way I express my creativity - nor at all prolific which may be the whole key - but those who really get "it" get it anyway. Those were the words ppl actually used back then, whether their drug of choice was pot, coke, alcohol, Jesus, or any combo thereof.
[Edit: Fixing, then making more grammatical errors. You're welcome!]
MY INTERPRETATION:
The fun of it is that the lyrics have a far out FEEL to them, but are in fact telling a part of the same story all the best children's stories tell: How Magic is Life, Man?!?
I have laughed, sung, loved, cried and then laughed myself silly listening from childhood (born in '75 - this was MY generation, Muppet Show every sat night i jammed with my dad at 4 and 5 years old) to college and beyond. This year, grieving him, I watched the motion picture in a theater for the second time (too little to remember the first very well, but the soundtrack was in heavy rotation our record player for 15 years), I keep loving the whole album. This song does particulalry jam, though. I put it on my most beloved mix played at all the Peeps O' Kenyon sunsets, between Little Green Bag and Peace Frog.
I love it at 49 y/o because it CAN appeal to anyone. Pot culture was, for me (and in my largely priviliged early life) fundamentally about letting go and becoming your inner child. Seeing the silly and beautiful in everyday things. SO, while I can easily imagine the hallucinatory moments of the 60's and 70's when Jim (and company, esp Frank) were creating the Muppets with his/their spark being involved somehow, I can just as easily say that none of the stuff in these lyrics requires any substances for people who are transcendentally creative. I'm both. I loved me a little herbal inspo in my time, and I would NEVER presume to be talented in the way I express my creativity - nor at all prolific which may be the whole key - but those who really get "it" get it anyway. Those were the words ppl actually used back then, whether their drug of choice was pot, coke, alcohol, Jesus, or any combo thereof.
[Edit: Fixing, then making more grammatical errors. You're welcome!]