Kudos to Oxford American for running a piece in its recent 2007 music issue on the all-too-underrated Dan Hicks & His Hot Licks. Writer David Smay, however, errs when he frames the Bay Area group as an aberration in the late-'60s Haight-Ashbury scene. Sure, the Hot Licks' nostalgic fusion of folk, old-time jazz, and jug-band music had nothing in common with acid-rock modernists like the Jefferson Airplane. But the group's vintage costumes and collagelike assemblage of an imaginary antiquity is exactly what the original psychedelic scene, from the Cockettes to Hicks' first band, the Charlatans, was all about. In this sense, Hicks' dedication to his quirky vision) makes him one of psychedelia's most devoted explorers.