Leon Fullerton came of age when an overwhelming majority of overly-enlightened American youth subscribed wholeheartedly to the notion that most illegal activities were good for you. His songs therefore tended to glamorize behavior that, in these more informed and progressive times, elicits cries for interventions, co-counseling, coaching, Xanax, lithium, exercise, rehab, rope courses, yoga retreats, herbal tea, and fiber.

While we certainly wouldn't endorse a return to the reckless zeitgeist of a more innocent era, we confess to being as susceptible as anyone to its disorderly charms.

As we've mentioned elsewhere, Fullerton was a master of the extravagant toast, and toasts appear in many of his songs. So l'chaim, Neon Leon, wherever you are. Here's mud in your eye, a glide in your stride, a bong in your sarong, and a church key in your first-aid kit. Better safe than sorry.