You’re just hangin’ out In the local bar And you're wonderin’ who in the hell you are Are you a farmer? Are you a star? You gotta keep on smilin’. . .

Wet Willie

“You know if Grand Funk broke up today, I’d just go back to my farm. That’s why I got into the music business; striving to own my own farm,” Mark Farner said. “I don’t need a lot of money or anything, in fact I’m approaching the point where I’m almost self-sufficient.” He is huddled in a plush pumpkin colored seat on Grand Funk’s chartered plane, not looking much like a superstar, in his plaid flannel lumberjack shirt and snow hat, complete with removable ear flaps. Gone is the luxurious mane that was once considered “the longest hair in rock and roll.” He loped off the lanky locks, not in any concern for cosmetology, but because it was impractical around the homestead. “I work around farm machinery all the time and a lot of the time I’d bend over some equipment and my hair would nearly get pulled into it.”