I started out with free concerts with local bands, but they quickly became outcries of protest against the Viet Nam Conflict, and then evolved, with a bit of help from Dana Beal and the New York Yippies, they soon became Smoke-ins.

As the Smoke-ins grew and the concerts got louder, the local Cop Shop started keeping a closer eye on me. Then one sunny day I went to see about another permit and the Town Hall referred me to the State Capitol. I had already been thrown out...for a part I took in a prison rights demonstration at age 15, and couldn't understand why they invited me back. When I got there I found out

It seems that the Smoke-in I helped out with there on the State Capitol lawn had worn on the Cops one last nerve and they showed me some really nice photos of me in a top hat........and a Freaky Underground Concert King shirt . F.U.C.K. !

( We started calling ourselves that when Abbie Hoffman did the Anti Aircraft conspiracy speech in Hartford, and a lot of people got arrested for painting fuck on their foreheads )

It wasn't the hat or shirt they were concerned about though, it was the handful of joints I was throwing to the crowd that they seemed concerned about. They said something about me "not being a responsible enough person to use the city's parks" anymore.

So out of the political outcries and the pot smoke of the rebellion, Captain Joint was born. At that point I took the new identity of Captain Joint and started doing the shows with other people dressing up like business folks and getting the permits for me.