Washington, D.C.

I was a real hippie in Washington, D.C. I lived in a communal apartment in Georgetown, hung out all night in Dupont Circle playing my guitar, and sang and played along with Susan Musselman (a girl with the most unbelievable pitch) in a duo that performed at the Cellar Door on the bill with a guy named John Dusseldorfer (later known as John Denver). One night a blind man came up to me and asked if he could play my guitar. I was quite reticent but Susan nudged me in the ribs and said, "For God's sake, let 'im." José Feliciano then showed me what a really good guitar player sounds like. Those were the days, - make love, not war.