We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A friend sneaked that tune onto the end of mixed tape he had given me, where it had no relation to the rest of the mix. He didn't even list the song on the notes. I had no idea who it was, but I about fell over laughing and had to call him to find out.
I was of an age, mentality, and location where I should have heard of them, but I didn't. But at that time I wasn't always aware of what was going around me.
I can't say that I was deprived musically living in the country in the 1970s. A local club got a lot of musicians traveling between NY and Boston, and I recall hearing among others, Bo Diddley and Miles Davis. Not bad for living in the sticks.