When hippies gather in Kansas (which is more often than it might seem), Uncle Dirty Toes is sure to be nearby. The band plays all the festivals -- from Gaea Retreat Center, near Tonganoxie, Kansas, to the more secret affairs on private farmland near Lawrence. And it plays all the hippie favorites -- from Jefferson Airplane to Jethro Tull. With their long hair and loose, tie-died clothes, the grungy digits of Uncle Dirty Toes look as if they fell right off a photo of (the original) Woodstock. And this ain't no Buffy-Sainte-Marie-wanna-be-sitting-on-stool-strumming-a-guitar-and-whining-about-poor-Tibet hippie music. This is smoke-a-couple-whoopty-doos-and-get-up-and-shake-your-lumpy-rump hippie music. The Toes love it when you get up and shake it to their natty tunes, even if you're not wearing a stitch of natty clothes.
