I would like to take this occasion to commemorate my remarkable although still defunct good friend and erstwhile writing partner Chester (CVJ) Anderson; poet, novelist, musician, beatnick, iconoclast and deconstructionist. His modern spiritual, "I spent the Night in a Motel With Jesus," has a wonderful and deeply moving first verse. The second verse, he insisted, was even better, but he never would sing it aloud. The World, he said, wouldn't understand.
Here's to you, Chester. May Heaven be as psychedelic as you always hoped!
Here's to you, Chester. May Heaven be as psychedelic as you always hoped!