Mr. Fantasy was the only song that was scribbling on a piece of paper.
I turned everybody on so, psychologically, I guess I was pushing the boundaries creativity.
Guys would hang out in groups just to be with the music.
We all had a desire and appreciation for such a wide range of music.
Traffic was very, very free. It was great.
I have to confess that a strong contributing factor was that I had just taken what was probably the first acid ever made, given to me by a guy called Johnny Fellows, who had just returned from America.