This week I'm doing the unthinkable: I'm violating the artistic and musical integrity of almost 90 great artists by condensing 104 of their songs into 60 minutes of my radio show--all for the private and selfish enjoyment of my avid listeners, as well as myself.

Actually, the year 1967 proved to be more difficult to survey than I had expected. The explosion of musical styles and creativity was far more than I had remembered or imagined, and took up the better part of 5 months of my show. Because my show is an hour long, each hour was not representative of the many kinds of creative music that were heard in 1967. So this week you're going to hear a little of almost all of it.

Using the latest in technical gadgetry, I've condensed 104 songs into 60 minutes of a sound polytych (look it up; it's a great word)--and in the process violated nearly every music rule of good taste and copyright known to man.

Knowing that, you can enoy the show without waiting to see if I will play the last (scandalous) verse of Van Morrison's "Brown Eyed Girl" (I do), or wish that I hadn't started playing "Daydream Beliver" because now you're going to have to listen to all of it (you won't).

All of Sgt. Pepper in 2 minutes and 28 seconds; the best guitar licks from Jimi Hendrix in 4:20. It's spiritual and sacriligious all at the same time. Is this the best of all worlds, or musical hell? You get to decide.

[Van Morrison]