i don’t like peter tork — never have liked him, i don’t like him as a man. i have to qualify that now: me not liking somebody doesn’t mean that they’re bad people — he could do a lot of wonderful things for and to me. not liking someone to me is a very gut reaction — a very visceral attitude. the first reaction to peter was one of dislike. i don’t like him, i have never liked him, and i probably will never like him. i didn’t enjoy playing in a band with peter, and i still don’t. our tastes were much the same, our political beliefs were similar, our ideas of fun, pleasure, our intellectual capacity, our ability to talk to each other — we were very much alike. i have a great respect for peter — his technical abilities on an instrument and the positions he took were well conceived ideas, always a posture with a motive, never emotional. i don’t like my mother. she happens to be a very nice lady — never done anything that would make me not like her — but i don’t. i like my wife.