Elvis was invited, man. he was there somewhere. Dylan was there, even if he, he never got out of Swami Suchanuj's helicopter. and we wanted more Brits, too--we invited Lord Sutch, but he thought we were some kind of drug rehab center (s'cuse me, centre). there were some Brits at Applestock. they walked around all weekend singing "...when you walk down Picadilly with a poppy or a lily in your mee-dee-eeeval hand." far out.