Mr. Roberts, raised in whatever subsect of Presbyterianism doesn’t teach children that one of the founding tenets of the faith was the morally dubious belief in predestination, reported out a story on the birth of Christian rock in Southern California.

Writes the writer who pays the bills around here:

The birth of contemporary Christian rock and pop music in America can in part be traced to a vision received by a 17-year-old runaway from Costa Mesa named Lonnie Frisbee.

After stripping naked and taking LSD in 1967 near Tahquitz Falls outside of Palm Springs, the young man called to God.

As water from the falls crashed, Frisbee, who wore his hair and beard like the archetypal Jesus Christ, saw himself standing beside the Pacific Ocean, Bible in hand, staring out at the horizon. But instead of water, the sea was filled with lost souls crying out for salvation.

“God, if you’re really real, reveal yourself to me,” Frisbee, who died of AIDS in 1993, later recalled pleading. “And one afternoon, the whole atmosphere of this canyon I was in started to tingle and get light and it started to change — and I’m just going, ‘Uh oh!’”

Uh oh indeed! Acid will do that to you!

You can read the rest of the story HERE.

But while we have you, below is a song by the All Saved Freak Band.

PS: Here’s a conversation that Roberts had with percussionist Russ Kunkel:

Joni Mitchell asked this L.A. drummer for help on ‘Blue.’ The rest is music history