I happened to catch "Monterey Pop" on the boob tube last night just in time to catch Ravi playing his sitar (whoopee!) for what was ten minute's worth of pure torture. But seeing all those hippies in the crowd was a hoot. I never was into Ravi back then in '67 though I was a huge Beatles fan. Sadly I missed Hendrix, Janis Joplin and several others I would have liked to have seen again. Looking back at that whole eastern mysticism / physcodelic / mind expanding drug thing sure looks stupid and silly now. About the only thing I haven't changed my opinion about since then is good ole Ravi. He still stinks in my opinion. Give me five minutes alone with him and his obnoxious sitar = Problem solved. :evil:
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In case your thinking this is really a totally useless thread... you're right!