I had heard about “Jon from Woodstock” for many moons. He was a mythical figure who would descend on our sample sale and buy whatever crazy things I had made, from fabric covered bicycle rickshaws to huge walls of patched fabric. When we had something out of the ordinary, his name was muttered immediately, and I found out he was building a Shangri La Barn House / Rock & Roll compose-a-record-in-seclusion...