Seeing these long lines of fans who want nothing more than to have you sign an autograph, it's like it's 1968... Or '67... Or '66.

Terry and I worship an unconventional deity. The power of another dimension. Now you are not going to read about this dimension in a book or a magazine because it exists nowhere... but in my own mind. Through our ceremonies and rituals we have witnessed the awesome and vibratory power... of color.

Thats a real red wagon

Then there's the kids - we're hearing: "You rock... you rock me... you rock my world!" What?

There was abuse in my family, but it was mostly musical in nature.

This is not an occult science. This is not one of those crazy systems of divination and astrology. That stuff's hooey, and you've got to have a screw loose to go in for that sort of thing. Our beliefs are fairly commonplace and simple to understand. Humankind is simply materialized color operating on the 49th vibration. You would make that conclusion walking down the street or going to the store.

To paraphrase an old joke... Knock, knock. Who's there? It's the New Main Street Singers!

We are Winc. W-I-N-C. Witches In Nature's Colors

Why didn't somebody follow him? Is there a cockfight arena near here?

you comin out soon i dont think so.

You know, 35 years ago, preparing for a concert meant playing "find the cobra" with the hotel chambermaid.

[No one can find Mitch] He could be lying face down in a ditch! Wouldn't be the first time!