My last few posts have been about a celebration of excess or debauchery and although I thought it was some of my best stuff, it was not received very well by most. In my eyes, Rock & Roll taught me to ‘Not to give a fuck’ and to be myself and that means being original, but it seems that rock and roll has hit a dead end and although it might never actually die out totally, it will probably never blossom again. Nothing brings out my indignation more than hearing someone remark that Rock is getting by on a wing and a prayer now, since the only people who enjoy it are those who are old enough to have seen the Beatles or gone to Woodstock. I will always retain my fond memories of the 1973 concert that I went to at Watkins Glen, featuring the Band, the Grateful Dead and the Allman Brothers. This concert was a real treat for me and I saw plenty of love, peace, nudity, and drugs there.
I was one of the 600,000 people who made the trip there for the festival that was known as the Summer Jam. I drove there with 8 other dead heads in my station wagon and we drove in with an once of weed sitting on the dashboard, which did annoy me at first, but the concert was sold out, the gates were left open and we rolled by the parking lot attendants who just waved us through. We got there the day before, which was called the sound test and all three groups performed. I got the best recording ever of Tennessee Jed, as it seemed like Garcia was singing directly into my tape deck. We camped out and went back the next day.
The stage was elevated so people in the back could see the groups, but this made it difficult for the people who were right in front of it. Some of them tried to make human pyramid chains so they could climb up higher to see what was going on. The stage crew responded by hosing everyone down that was in front of the stage. It was a real mess up front and the people who were covered in mud began to strip their clothes off.
We (Danny, Patty, Irene and myself) were far enough back, to be out of the mud and have a good look at the stage. The Grateful Dead kicked off with a jumping tune called ‘Bertha’. They played two sets and some of the songs that I still remember after 45 years are ‘Truckin’, ‘Sugar Magnolia’, ‘China Cat Sunflower’, ‘Eyes of the World’, and they closed with Merle Haggard’s ‘Sing Me Back Home’. One of the naked mud people wondered by us and Danny nudged me as said that we had to protect our girls from this a-hole. This guy was a real piece of work, not only was he naked and covered in mud, but he had a snake wrapped around his neck which was definitely creeping Danny out. This may have not even been the worst part as you could tell that this dude was tripping on something as his face was all contorted and he kept on drooling. I considered the mud dude to be totally fungible, so I grabbed him by his arm and slung him back to the front of the stage where he belonged. Danny and the girls all smiled at me and everything was blue skies and blossoms for us, now that this laboratory experiment of a person gone wrong disappeared into the crowd. The Band followed the Dead, but a huge thunderstorm forced them off stage and that is when we went back to our campsite.
Written Daily Addictions prompt Week #32 – Remark, for FOWC with Fandango – Treat, for August Writing Prompts – Blue skies and blossoms, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt – Laboratory, for Ragtag Community – Fungible, for Scotts Daily Prompt – Prayer, for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Eyes and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – blossom.