The Man Behind
the Music
n a surprisingly warm
and pleasant winter
day in Atlanta, GA, I
find myself pulling up to a traditional craftsman style home
on a dead end street nestled
alongside a set of railroad
tracks. The sound of dogs
barking mixed with a passing
train greets me as I approach
the door. I ring the bell and
was welcomed into the Hippie
House by Visto.
Crossing the threshold, I
was expecting to find Nagchampa incense burning, sexy
hipstresses scattered around
the room, and jars of exotic
hippie medicine, also known
as Marijuana but better
known as weed, stacked floor
to ceiling. I know, sounds crazy yet when you consider the
fact that it is Visto the Hippie
King I’m interviewing, most
would expect pretty much the
same thing. However, to my
surprise there was no weed
stacked from floor to ceiling
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nor were there naked women
roaming around. For all accounts Visto is an everyday
man just like many others out
here trying to live.
One wall of the modest
dwelli