There was Havel, the Velvets, my family, Sylvia Reed, and a few of the people who had been in that Chapter 77 thing. One guy had spent eight years in prison for playing rock & roll. Eight years for being in a band. There was one band who used to go out into the woods and have secret concerts of Velvet songs. They printed up lyrics from our first album and made about two hundred little booklets, and they passed them out to people they could trust, because it was known that if anyone got caught with this—big damn trouble.
