It was an idea that mulled away in his mind while he carried on his career in the background of the music industry. A few days later once recovered, a poem popped into Jeffes’ mind, it began, “I am the proprietor of the Penguin Cafe, I will tell you things at random …” The Penguin Cafe became a concept of freedom from worry, a place to celebrate randomness, spontaneity, irrationality, being human. He became delirious and had a vision of an ark-like building full of people in rooms, staring at mirrors, playing instruments with no sound, being self interested, being kept safe and harmless it was a joyless vision. And meanwhile somewhere in Southern France, Simon Jeffes is suffering from a severe bout of food poisoning which will change his life and create a minor revolution of its own. Motown is being shaken by the music created by Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder and The Temptations under the leadership of Norman Whitfield, pushing black music into new places it would never have dreamt of five years previously. Bob Dylan is hiding, preparing to appear in Sam Peckinpah’s violent western. John and Yoko are in New York hanging out with John Sinclair and Jerry Rubin, waiting for a revolution that will never happen. ![]() ![]() ![]() The Rolling Stones are abandoning the squalor of Nellcote in southern France for a debauched tour of America.
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