Hippies Are So Phoney And Fake.

Vrndavana Is One Of The Holiest Cities In India. Everyone, Everywhere, Chants Hare Krishna. It Was My Most Fantastic Experience.

Although I Have Guitars All Around And I Pick Themm Up Occasionally And Write A Tune And Make A Record, I Don't Really See Myself As A Musician. It May Seem A Funny Thing To Say. It's Just Like, I Write Lyrics Amd I Make Up Songs, But I'm Not A Great Lyricist Or Songwriter Or Producer. It's When You Put All These Things Together - That Makes Me.

The Media Is To Blame For Everything, For All The Misconceptions About The Movement, But In A Sense It Didn't Really Matter If They Said Something Good Or Bad, Because Krishna Consciousness Always Seemed To Transcend That Barrier Anyway. The Fact That The Media Was Letting People Know About Krishna Was Good In Itself.

We First Got Marijuana From An Older Drummer With Another Group In Liverpool. We Didn't Actually Try It Until After We'd Been To Hamburg. I Remember We Smoked It In The Band Room In A Gig In Southport And We All Learnt To Do The Twist That Night, Which Was Popular At The Time. We Were All Seeing If We Could Do It. Everybody Was Saying, 'this Stuff Isn't Doing Anything.' It Was Like That Old Joke Where A Party Is Going On And Two Hippies Are Up Floating On The Ceiling, And One Is Saying To The Other, 'this Stuff Doesn't Work, Man.'

They Say The Way To A Man's Heart Is Through His Stomach, So If You Can Get To A Man's Spirit Soul By Eating, And It Works, Why Not Do It? There's Nothing Better Than Having Been Chanting And Dancing, Or Just Sitting And Talking Philosophy, And Then Suddenly The Devotees Bring Out The Prasadam. It's A Blessing From Krishna, And It's Spiritually Important.