"Itchy" Jacques Raschman BIG FAT EARTH MAMA Obscure Jam Band Rock Lost Vinyl Hippie Classic

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This HIT FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION features the classic from "Itchy" Jacques Raschman & His Devil Sticks named "Big Fat Earth Mama"...and it's a whopper of a song (and tale).

Young Jacques (obviously pronounce "Jock") was a tender lad from the upper part of the Midwest that grew up like most kids....in a commune. As a youth, his free spirited parents neglected his (and their) hygiene and education and decided to raise the boy amongst the filthy, lice infested, but always ready to party, community that was tucked away from most of the people that were leading normal, productive lives in the suburbs, cities and towns of the region. The only "work" the boy knew was preparing cheaply made or stolen "all natural" items that the "collective" would sell to fun their elicit habits and much time was spent following whatever half-assed "jam band" was in that part of the country. Thus as young Jacques grew older, he naturally wanted to see more of the world, but still held on to the old ways he was raised in.
Now before we continue the story, understand one thing....these aren't your typical Gucci bag carrying, designer tie dye wearing, trust fund mooching "Hippies" that dress up a few times a year, buy $10,000 dollars worth of camping gear and sit in the air condition at some corporate music festival. These are the "undomesticated" variety.
So when Jacques was 19, he hit the road to hitchhike his way to a big hippie music festival some states away. On one fateful day, Jacques succeeded in thumbing down an old, flower painted school bus that just promised to be "on his level". Upon approaching the stopped vehicle, the door opened and inside the bus sat...or rather, wallowed....what Jacques considered a dream come true: a very hefty hippie woman who hadn't seen a shower in weeks and hadn't seen a razor in...well...ever? To the casual observer, this scene of human decadence should have sent a sane individual running. But for Jacques?....The smell and the sight of female squalor sent chills up his spine. He couldn't wait to take a ride. Young Raschman was no stranger to odoriferous accommodations and this rolling den of putrid pungency was just like a home away from home. He had taken up with many a lusty, free-lovin' female over the past couple years on his journey. He was reminded of them every time he had to put on his ointment for....well...you get the picture. Let's just say Jacques had "gifts to give".
A long, smelly story short, Jacques and his big, new discovery did what you would expect them to do. But as the deed was done, Jacques found himself being held at gunpoint and subsequently handcuffed to a seat in the bus. Evidently he was then transported to some location where unspeakable acts befell our "kind brother".
Jacques somehow escaped his captors and found his way back to civilization. This experience changed him, in more ways than one. He cleaned himself up the best he could and a job washing dishes at a side-street pizza joint. It wasn't much, but AT LEAST it was engaging in something he had never done before.....actual work. The long hours spraying tomato sauce of plates gave him plenty of time to think over the traumatic events of that "bus ride". They had scarred him. But he sometimes chuckled to himself when he thought of the big Earth Mama that had put him through hell. And as he scratched at his uncurable "rash"....he knew, somewhere she was scratching too....if she could reach it.
Well, Jacques finally found himself in a band a couple years later and figured out that modern medicine could treat his condition. And while the band didn't last long, we were lucky enough to get this one track that will forever immortalize Jacques and his tale of trauma.