Living the Dream
That Smell is one of my favorite songs by the band. No so much for the lyrics, but the way the guitars weave a story.
It's the ultimate irony that, three days after the album with this song was released, three band members died doing something horrifically stupid in a small airplane.
It hits home for me, because this point in time, in 1977, was right when I was drinking my first six packs and smoking my first weed... I was about 16. It set the stage for a long journey of substance abuse.