George was still in America putting together the film of the Bangla Desh Concert. He had asked me to check on Eric Clapton as soon as I got back to England, to “give him a little Krishna love,” deeply worried about Eric’s addiction to hard drugs. So on August 10 I asked Prabhupada for an afternoon off and took the bus out to Eric’s estate, Hurtwood Edge, in Surrey, about forty miles southwest of London…when suddenly, through the front door clattered Ginger Baker and two of Eric’s other musician friends. Eric came downstairs — not really glad to see me — but he greeted me with a soft “Hare Krishna.” Before long they’d set up instruments and amps and were jamming. They played one song that moved me very much, and from the words Eric sang it might have been called “Sunshine of Your Love.”

      “Wow, Eric,” I said, “that’s a beautiful song!”

      “What? You’ve never heard it before?!” They laughed and joked that they were meeting the only person on the planet who’d never heard their song.