The Eleven
Oct. 13, 1968
Avalon Ballroom
Coralsandbelow has posed a question, a tough one at that, better than 10/12!? Impossible you say. The Eleven, obviously 10.12, that monster, is undoubtedly unbeatable, at least for 1968. That powerhouse, full-out sprinting joyful eleven minute exhalation. Clean cold frosty breath, metallic energy, and primal raw energy, at a certain apex, an apex of psychedelic power. You say this after you hear 10.12, however, where were you when 10.13 was to get its air time? After listening to 10.12, the Eleven that is, and then listening to 10.13, the twelfth sounds like a warm-up, the heat, following that brilliant 10.12 madness, comes in like a steam locomotive drilling hundreds of miles per hour, off the rails and crushing undergrowth, wrecking havoc on all about, a power unbridled, unharnessed, raw and free. Like a flowing brook, a stream, in darkness, rapid and overflowing the banks, pouring rain, and cracking thunder. This is 10.13 THE Eleven you must hear.