Sly Stone was very cool. Shirtless, vested, the languorous look, one eye cocked, mouth half-open as if caught laughing at his own joke. Freddie, Rosie, Gregg, Larry, Cynthia and Jerry were the Family, and we were the children.
The bikers, the stoners, a butcher, a banker, the longhaired hippies and the Afro-ed blacks, we were all Everyday People. Sly Stone alone created that mix. And when he raised two long fingers skyward at Woodstock, we went wherever he wanted to take us — literally, spiritually, eventually.
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