I lived in the East village of New York in the mid sixties, a high time of the hippie movement. I had been involved myself in the environment of the subculture and the political climate of the time and worked with the camera and tape recorder almost everyday. The result is a political/social collage of the time: Vietnam war, black riots on the TV screen, the anti-war movement, hippies sit-in, homeless people on the street. These images are juxtaposed and interwoven with the sounds of TV war reports, black power agitation, antiwar slogans, Hare Krishna chanting, and dog howling. The repeated phrase of a popular song is heard: "There is something going on, and you don't know what it is, Mr Jones."