I don’t get Prince, unless it is true, he emulated Arthur Lee. Then, it all makes sense. Everyone that heard and saw Love, wanted to be like Arthur Lee, but only one person was allowed to do that. My friend, Bryan MacLean had trouble being Bryan around Lee.  When Nancy and I saw Love at the Fillmore in 1966, we thought we would be invited backstage. Instead, Bryan came out into the audience. He was too fucked up to talk, less play. Their show was – shockingly bad! From what I gather, Lee was intimidated by the all white San Francisco bands that were making it big, getting outstanding record contracts.  He didn’t get it, that they sprang from the Acid Tests, and had a following of loyal – heads! There had to be something in – THE DRUGS!

We had planned to invite the band to visit our commune…