When the strain of endless touring and hassles became too much. and the boys needed to let off steam and relax, rather than heave TV sets out of windows - which was the fashionable thing to do - they would return to the hotel, ingest various mind-altering substances into their systems, and get "out of it,' totally. They then proceeded to rotate whatever instruments were handy, and "butcher" pop classics of the day. Typical was their medley of "Johnny B. Goode" and "Exodus." It was an interesting face. The underside of rock 'n' roll coming out; the Mr. Hyde to the Dr. Jekyll. On record the Turtles were pristine, polished and accomplished. Back in their hotel rooms, with their hair down even farther, they were loose, consummately sloppy and incoherent. Perversely enough, Kaylan and Volman recorded all of those interludes (which slowly eked out in limited editions as "The Rhythm Butchers") on a normal, cruddy cassette machine.
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