Wavy Gravy
a tie-dyed clown-sage with a cosmic chuckle
Clown, sage, keeper of the cosmic oatmeal pot.
Hugh Romney turned into Wavy Gravy somewhere between a beatnik mic and a bus called Furthur. I’ve been stirring pots—literally and figuratively—ever since. From Woodstock’s mud to Seva’s mission, I’ve always believed in love with sleeves rolled up. Clowns see the world sideways, which means sometimes we see it straighter than most.
What I'm Into: giant frog costumes, rainbow oatmeal, midnight drum circles, patchouli tea, revolution with dessert
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