Either You Were A Hoodlum, Or You

I Equate Deadheads To People That Like Black Licorice. There Aren't Many People That Like Black Licorice, But The Ones That Do, Really Really Like It! Or Buttermilk, Or Whatever.

For Me, The Lame Part Of The Sixties Was The Political Part, The Social Part. The Real Part Was The Spiritual Part.

Now There Is No Place You Can Go Where You Don't Hear Certain Types Of Music.

I Think That The Revolution In Music Is Over, And What's Left Is A Mop-up Action. It's A Matter Of The News Getting Out To Everybody Else. I Think That The Important Changes Have Already Happened, Changes In Consciousness. It's Mostly A Matter Of Everything Else Catching Up To That. Everything Is Traditionally Slow - Much Faster Than It Ever Has Been On Earth But Still Far, Far Too Slow.

Either You Were A Hoodlum, Or You Were A Puddle On The Sidewalk.