Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare

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Viv is a wild-eyed character with greasy bleached-blond hair to his shoulders. He has a drink in one hand and a large spliff in the other - the king of his domain and oblivious to the illegalities of such behavior. Viv is in a band, The Bunch of Fives, a really psychedelic group of nuts and also has a gig as manager of Knuckles, a small basement club beneath an Italian restaurant in Soho.  The poorly lit basement has a stone floor and plain brick walls. There is no stage, so the band is set up at one end of the room, cramped together in front of Moe's drums. We conclude the song and Viv steps up and addresses the room as if it's a packed showcase gig. 'The Misunderstood from California! Let's fuckin' hear it for 'em! Yeah! The Misunderstood!' Viv leaves the stage area and music comes up over the PA system ... 'Eight Miles High' by Barbie Beatles copycats and Dylan wannabees, The Byrds. I wander after Viv while the rest of the band continues to pack away the gear.
'Good set, man! You can play here anytime, man, we get a pretty good crowd in.' Jeez, I'm looking around the room, which has emptied out even further in the last few minutes. 'Well, on a weekend, like! Thursday's always a bit of a slow night.'
Dave nudges Mick. 'Viv, today's Saturday. It is the fuckin' weekend, mate!'
Viv takes another big hit on the spliff. He appears to be making some complicated mental calculations. Finally he exhales loudly, sending a huge cloud of smoke across the table. 'Nah! Thursday, mate. Definitely.'
Dave tells me, 'Viv hasn't slept since Wednesday night; so by his calculations that means it must still be Thursday.'