The Vatican has its complex, and sometimes lucrative, process for the determination of sainthood. I have mine, with less of either encumbrance. Any ur-figure of American psychedelic rock who can explain to his fanship that his three-year absence from The Scene (’69-’72) was NOT endured in an Austin insane asylum (hoping to do 30 days observation instead of hard Texas time for a weed bust, oops), but was actually constructively spent working with a two-headed dawg—in the Kremlin, no less—well,...