IT AIN'T THE MEAT, IT'S THE MOTION

The first time I saw Grand Funk Railroad—and make no mistake, this whole thing started with the sadly forgotten Terry Knight when he correctly figured that the younger brothers and sisters of the mid-60's pop-into-major-culturalstatement generation wanted some music of their very own, music not so fraught with redeeming social significance and the complex concern of older kids, something like 'Limousine Driver' where maximum arrogant swagger equals maximum sexual magnetism, something a little more to the point than 'Dear Prudence,' something, uh, adolescent. But I digress.