Just saw "Magic Trip," the documentary that finally got pieced together from all the footage and recordings compiled on the now-famous cross-country bus trip by Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters back in 1964 - sure to become a cult classic, an encapsulation of some aspects of the cultural revolution of the 1960s. Just as I was thinking (mandolinist that I am), "But no mandolin!" (Ken Kesey playing his flute often, and a guitar and recorder/slide flute combo were seen often), Neal Casady drove the bus off the road into the sand in the Arizona desert, and they were stuck. So naturally, they decided to have some fun, took some acid, frolicked in a nearby pond, and there suddenly appeared a mandolin - a none-too-fancy bowlback, but still, groovy. (This is about 40-45 minutes in). It encored a bit later, when they showed up at somebody's friend's house before he got home from work and they had some fun running around playing every instrument they had - including the above, plus saxophone, trombone, and another recorder. Not that anyone seemed to know how to play any of these instruments, but that hardly seemed the point. Nor mine here. What I liked was learning that, in this nonsensical excursion that helped kick off the counterculture movement, there was a mandolin in the mix.