“Hare Krishna!” says Pete Ham, lead singer and guitarist for Badfinger, as he breezes into the Manor parking lot and climbs out of his van…From the stage it must have looked like a cozy English summer evening lawn party. A dozen elegant, small round tables covered in white cloth—and jeez, candelabras—and matching wrought-iron chairs. We’ve rented fancy crockery, linen napkins, champagne glasses, and devotees in white aprons and black vests scurry from table to table: “A glass o’ the bubbly, then, sir? Will that be red or white?” as they pour from bottles of expensive sparkling grape juice…I keep glancing up to Prabhupada’s room to see his glowing silhouette, wondering what he thinks of our outrageous efforts to spread Krishna’s name and fame. Hey, it’s happening. We’ll deal with the fallout later—but right now it feels pretty good to hear the Hare Krishna mantra broadcast for miles in every direction.

December 7, 2021

“Hare Krishna!” says Pete Ham, lead singer and guitarist for Badfinger, as he breezes into the Manor parking lot and climbs out of his van…From the […]
December 7, 2021

Prabhupada is in a joking mood, so I say, “Srila Prabhupada, you looked just like Lord Shiva today, sitting on your new throne.” The sides of […]
December 7, 2021

I savored the perfect somnambulant summer afternoons when Prabhupada sat on his saffron shawl on the vast lawn in front of the Manor, chanting japa as […]
December 7, 2021

[With historian Arnold Toynbee:] They laugh a lot, these two great historians, enjoying each other’s company. To seize this rare opportunity I ask, “Srila Prabhupada, what […]