Old Scales from the Fish House
Robbie Basho was on a trip all to himself. I visited him once or twice back in the early 60s when he lived in the Fish House. Actually, more often than not I would visit his empty room as he would not be at home, and truly, he always seemed to be "elsewhere". So I'd sometimes wait for him to show back up, and sit in a small chair by his little table that held small bowls of woodrose. Robbie, from all accounts, was just like his music. Even when he was around, he always seemed to be "elsewhere." ED would say, "Spacy .... very spacy."
This is an example of his music theory as it continued to evolve through the years:
(Here's an in-joke, a self-reference that people who write about music are supposed to edit straight the heck out. "Last is best of all the rest!" Can you guess why I might like it? )
Robbie eventually moved out of the Fish House but remained in the area.