I hate the word 'hippy'. I hate a lot of people, and hippies don't do that!

I hate the word 'hippy'. I hate a lot of people, and hippies don't do that!

I hate the word 'hippy.'

I wanna say hello to all the ex-hippies tonight. I've never been a hippie myself but I'm an honorary hippie.

When the hippie era ended and the hangover began, as idealism gives way to disillusionment, the hair of the marchers and street-dancers kept getting longer, and soon it began to tangle. Free love deteriorated into loveless promiscuity, our great electric Kool-Aid acid test churned out an entire generation of burnt-out old relics, and the hair, once a symbol of freedom, became symbolic of the new face of prison, a lawlessness which taken to its logical extreme would imprison all of society as our growing criminal element took to the streets.

There's no leader of this band, and there never will be. That's the key. You can't control how the public perceives you-people see rock'n'roll bands as the guitar player and the singer.