 At that same time, we were all starting to smoke weed. And in 1965, I was the guy who was selling all the weed at the University of Michigan. And a stone out of my mind fell into the Bayshore Farmer's Market on Long Island and picked up a Bob Wills album for 50 cents. I put it on the turntable, and the first time I heard him go, ha, ha, I realized he was stoned.