I remember we woke up one morning at Denny's house and John Phillips called. He said you guys okay? We said yeah what's wrong what's going on? He said well everybody's dead over at Sharon's house at Terry Melcher's place.
Before people complain of the obscurity of modern poetry they should first examine their consciences and ask themselves with how many people and on how many occasions they have genuinely and profoundly shared some experience with another.
