A favorite of my pops, among many others, this dude had a fantastic vision and sound for himself, but from the outside lookin' in..all the artists who did financially well in the 70's/80's..were as well priivy to the grooviest and most addictive forms of the drugs of their choice..

When dude jumped out at The Grammys looking like the crypt keeper in a golden tailored somethin', I was like "white lady"..

But maybe it's more, the effect of industry, the pressure of being a trendsetter?

Peace to Sly Stone, and what happens when he double parks the winnie, do the master tapes get confiscated?, how does he mix?