“Now open your mind. Let us begin our quest to find the new sound.”
“-We all know about this, don’t we? What are you trying to say to me? If you want to say something, speak the plain English. Don’t run around the house in a little car. Strange and evil. -That’s pretty good actually.”
“Is it so wrong for a man to love a guitar? Yes, it is, if he puts his balls inside it and strums himself to ecstasy.”
“You think you are psychedelic Jesus, huh?”
“-What’s wrong with him? -He’s a little upset, you know. I tell you why, because he’s looking for The New Sound. -Why is that so funny? I am on a musical quest. -Don’t get your robe in a twist, you know. Why don’t you stick around.”
“-He’s a proper musician. He likes to play and have fun. He doesn’t ponce around the desert in a dress. -This is not a dress. -This is the sacred robe of the Psychedelic Monks.”
