"I was at a party in Syracuse, New York, in '63 or '64, and a dog was drinking out of the toilet bowl, there was folk music in the living room, someone was having a fight in the stairwell and trying to push a refrigerator down on someone else, and someone in the kitchen was reading Lawrence Ferlinghetti," says David Plumb. "I'd never heard anything like that before, and I was stunned. It totally changed my life. They were... More >>>