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I’d like to experiment with different instrumentation – keep the basic trio but add other musicians temporarily when we want a different sound. I’m also trying to work out a
whole new concept of putting on a show, something more in the form of a play with good stage presentation. Can you imagine taking
Othello
and putting it on in your own way? You’d write
some real groovy songs. You wouldn’t necessarily have to say the exact lines. Nobody would be the star. Everybody would be working together. Every single song would have a completely
different and strange arrangement and setup. And we’d use films and stereo speakers in the back of the auditorium, all over the place. It’s hard to explain, but it would be so natural,
in a rehearsed way.

 

Above all, our records will become better, purely from the point of view of recording technique
. We have not been happy with a single one. Our producer up
till now, Chas Chandler, has not had the right feel when he turned the wheels in the control room. In the future we’ll take care of that detail ourselves, together with Dave
Mason, who has quit Traffic to spend time on this among other things.

We’re cutting a new record between our tours. There’ll be maybe two tracks from the new Bob Dylan album on it. In fact we’ve done one of them,
All Along The
Watchtower
, already. Dylan goes his own way. Just at this time he is not very high in the music world, but he is taking his thing to the end. He is getting more and more of a
songwriter. In
All Along The Watchtower
he said it so groovy.

I’m also looking forward to our six-week tour of the States, which starts in February.

 

 

BUT MOST OF ALL, RIGHT NOW I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO GOING BACK TO SLEEP …

 

 

 

This is the second time we’ve been to the States. You can have a chocolate milkshake in a drugstore, chewing gum at gas stations and soup from little machines on the road.

It’s great,
it’s beautiful,

it’s all
screwed up

and
nasty

and
prejudiced,

and it has
everything.

{FEBRUARY 1, 1968, THE EXPERIENCE’S FIRST AMERICAN HEADLINE TOUR OPENED AT THE FILLMORE WEST, SAN FRANCISCO.}

 

I
DON’T EVEN REMEMBER THE FILLMORE LAST NIGHT. I feel completely out of my mind. It was like a scene. We were in the studio in London, into
some groovy things, some really funky little things, and we were snatched out of the studio within a day of knowing nothing. Then we were thrown into the Paris scene, the Olympia theater, and we
found ourselves waiting for two hours at London Airport. Then we found ourselves in New York, lost in the street. All these within hours of each other. Then they had a press conference, and here
you are thinking about these songs. You have these songs in your mind. You want to hurry up and get back to the things you were doing in the studio, because that’s the way you gear your
mind.

Then we were thrown into the Fillmore. We wanted to play there, quite naturally, but you’re thinking about all these tracks, which is a completely different thing from what you’re
doing now. If people only knew what state of mind we’re in, like we’re half there or not. We’re constantly working, except when we sleep. Plus we don’t get a chance to
practice. Most of our practice is thinking about it. We’ve practiced about three times since we’ve been together. We just get a chance to jam sometimes, that’s the only thing. The
longest we ever play together is on stage.

But touring is one of those things you can’t avoid. A lot of people don’t have a full understanding of us yet, and if we stopped touring, they’d never understand. Nobody would
hear us.

{THE EXPERIENCE WERE SCHEDULED TO PLAY AT THE CENTER ARENA, SEATTLE, ON FEBRUARY 12.}

I’m looking forward to going home. It’s been seven years. Maybe I should call them and say,
“Look, um, hey, I’ve started this group and . .
.”

 

I met my family, and we were happy for a change. There’s my father, who’s married again, and my brother, Leon, who’s nineteen, I think, and is trying to form a band of his own
now. And I’ve got a six-year-old sister, Genevieve, whom I’d never seen. That’s how long I’ve been gone from home. She’s a lovely little girl. She keeps every article
she reads about me and all the pictures. I’ve got a picture of her. She’s so cute. I’m very proud that I can send them articles from newspapers and send them money. That’s
the only way my father likes it. I told him, “Dad, I could buy you a home. I want to buy you a home this winter.”

Before it all started happening nicely for us, I thought about the future. I thought, well, there’s money to be made and I’m going to make it, but I’m not going crazy when it
comes in. I saw so many cats in the music scene who’d made a lot of money and ended up twisted, rich but miserable, that I said, “I’m going to make it better organized for me if
ever I get to that stage.” Half the groups aren’t free to change as they want to because they’re all thinking about their career and thinking about their future so much. I
don’t really give a damn about my career or future. What I’m making money for is to make better things happen.

 

I
WENT TO GARFIELD HIGH SCHOOL, my old school, where they kicked me out when I was just sixteen. I wonder if my old school teacher digs me getting
the keys to Seattle? Maybe she’s a Daughter of the Revolution now. Man, that Seattle thing is really something! The only keys I expected to see in that town were to the jailhouse. When I was
a kid there I often nearly got caught by the cops. I was always gone on wearing hip clothes, and the only way to get them was through the back window of a clothing store. I did a concert for the
kids there. Just me. I played with the school band in the gymnasium. Only thing wrong was that it was eight in the morning. They canceled first class to listen to me.

“Are there any questions? There must be somebody?”

How long have you been away from Seattle?

Oh, about five thousand years.

How do you write a song?

Right now, I’m going to say good-bye to you, and go out the door and get into my limousine and go to the airport. And when I go out the door, the assembly will be
over, and the bell will ring.
And as I get in the limousine and I hear the bell ringing, I will probably write a song
.

Thank you very much.

 

No city I’ve ever seen is as pretty as Seattle, all that water and mountains. It was beautiful, but I couldn’t live there. You get restless, and before you know it you’re too
old and you haven’t seen any of the world. You’ve got this great big fat old world here, so who wants to live in the same place forever? The next time I go to Seattle will be in a pine
box.

{THE TOUR CONTINUED ACROSS AMERICA THROUGH FEBRUARY, MARCH AND APRIL 1968.}

DIARY EXTRACTS:

February 25, Chicago.
After a while you remember the towns you been in by the chicks. We go into a new town and there’s no time to do anything except some
chick, so you can’t help remembering the chicks. Except that lately I’ve been confusing the chicks and the towns and I’ve been taking pictures to remember them by.

March 19.
Arrived in Ottawa. Beautiful hotel. Strange people. Talked with Joni Mitchell on the phone. I think I’ll record her tonight with my excellent tape
recorder – knock on wood – Hmm … can’t find any wood … everything’s plastic. Marvelous sound on first show. Good on second. Went down to a little club to see
Joni. Fantastic girl with heaven words. We all go to a party. Millions of girls. Listen to tapes and smoked. Went back to hotel.

March 20.
Left Ottawa city today. I kissed Joni Mitchell. Slept in the car awhile. Stopped at a highway diner – I mean a real one – like in the movies.
Mitch and I discuss our plans for movie. Slight disagreement here and there but it will soon be straightened out. Nothing happened in Rochester tonight. Went to a very bad, bad, bad tasting
restaurant. Thugs follow us. They probably was scared – couldn’t figure us out. Me with my Indian hat and Mexican mustache, Mitch with his fairy-tale jacket and Noel with his
leopard band hat and glasses and hair and accent. G’night all.

March 21.
Today we play Rochester, N.Y. Really strange town … Oh well. Two girls came up to my room by the names of Heidi and Barbara. Real groovy people. We
played one show tonight. Very bad P.A … bad hall … patient people, but I kind of lost my temper with everything in general. Recorded show with tape recorder. After show we go to
girl’s house with party material. Someone outside got beat up by the hackers {motorcycle gang}. Stayed there over night in the tiger room. O.K.

March 22.
Today we’re in Hartford, Conn. I had a beautiful diary I kept while we were in Sweden – and of course I lost it. Hmmm … I wonder what
Catherina is doing now. I must call her soon, before she goes to Switzerland. She’s the only thing I have to hold on to that’s real. Better call her soon. Beautiful room I have.
Bought more film, tape, etc.

Just came back from the gig. Terrible! The people thought we were great. The stage manager dropped the power right in the middle of concert. So I am depressed. Gonna
get completely smashed. Let’s see … where’s that bottle … Hmmm …

March 23.
Well, we all rode through the most extreme weather today, from sunshine to blizzards and fog and everything. We’re in Buffalo now. Played show.
Great. Girls came around … Oh no … must think of Catherina and write my songs. Goodnight everyone.

March 26.
I played Cleveland before, with Joey Dee. This tour’s a merry-go-round. Tomorrow it’s Muncie, Indiana, and then Someplace, Iowa.

March 28.
We played in Cincinnati. I bought a new Jazzmaster here and a practice amp. Got the guitar for recording.

March 29.
WOW! I’m stoned as hell in this hotel room with Mitch. The gig? Oh, yeah, groovy …

April.
We’ll be late again, and Mitch still hasn’t come down from his room. In the one and a half years that I’ve known him he’s never been
on time. Unpunctuality is a chronic sickness with him.

 

I
LIKE THIS TOURING EXCEPT I DON’T LIKE THE TOURING, if you know what I mean. I dig doing shows in different towns, sure, but the hotels, the
lack of service, the hang-ups when all you want is something simple to eat at the time you want to eat it. And you get no kind of private or personal life in this business. A person has to have
five or ten minutes to himself every day. When you’re resting after working for eighteen hours in a day and trying to have a quiet meal somewhere, there’s always kids coming in and
bugging you for autographs and pictures, or somebody looking at you really strange, whispering and all that. So, quite naturally, you get complexes about that. I can’t have fun like anybody
else.

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