Peter Green's fortunes suffered a fateful twist when he was spiked with LSD one night in San Francisco.
"I didn't find that frightening," he remembers in his endearingly singsong way, "because I only took the tiniest little sip. I had a little smile on my face and they said, You haven't taken any LSD. I said, I'm tripping, my son. Then all of a sudden the smile sort of dropped as it wore off and I thought, What a horrible feeling. It's horrible when it wears off because you want to see everything like that."
Much has been made of the terrible effects that LSD had on Green, but the fact that after this first experiment he continued to indulge in hallucinogens suggests that he must have enjoyed it.
"It's nothing but good when you're on it," he admits cheerfully, "but when you come back, it's like, what was all that about? Your head feels different. When you're on LSD, there's no such thing as a brain. It's not a big fear, it's a comfort. That why people have gone mad down through the ages, people have gone crazy rather than take in knowledge. They don't want knowledge, they don't want learning. But LSD will kill your knowledge. Your mind goes to somewhere where you're distracted. It's like an electricity." According to his fellow group members, it was while on tour in Munich the following year that Green was spiked with acid and suffered one too many ("I wasn't spiked in Munich, I took it of my own accord"). As rock legend has it, he suddenly alienated himself from the rest of the group, became terrified of his own success (he snorts at the notion) and then - as the music press sensationally reported in February 1970 - flipped out and decided to give all his money away to charity.
And then there was Jeremy Spencer?
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