Meet Mason Proffit, none of whom are named "Mason" or "Proffit." They were quite the local favorites when I was in high school in the suburbs of Chicago, and they went on to tour with the likes of The Grateful Dead. But their music never really took off beyond a regional level, at least partly because their first three albums (including the 1971 gem pictured on the left) were released only on Chicago labels.
Can you guess what type of music they played? Yes, Bubba and Windsong, that's right, hippie-laced country/stoner rock. It was the best of both worlds, a non-redneck confluence of twang and sweet harmonies. I liked them a lot, better than your Eagles and Pocos and various other country-ish outfits that sold a lot more records at the time. I'm thinking about writing about them in Paste, because nobody knows them these days, and that's a shame. Their music is well worth tracking down.
Actually, if you're a longtime fan of Christian music, you might know them after a fashion. That bearded, hatted fellow on the left is John(ny) Talbot, who, as a Franciscan monk, has had a worthy career as a purveyor of contemplative folk hymns. He has called himself John Michael Talbot for several decades now. His brother Terry, hatted and heavily mustachioed on the right, had a few fine solo albums as well.
But I like them best in their Mason Proffit incarnation. It's the sibling harmonies. Along with the Everlys and the Louvins, these guys were the best.