| Name: | Tom Wells |
| City/State: | Cypress, TX |
| Date: | Fri Mar 12 2004 |
| Wrote... I was raised Miami and living there then when Atlanta Pop rolled around. This was diffinitely during the Vietnam era and being of draft age I felt extremely lucky to have been sent to Korea when I got drafted in Oct 68. Had a very stony time there mostly due to my bud Don D. from San Fran who scored some outrageous psychodelics from home in the mail - but I digress. Out of the Army in May of 70 I hitched and partied my way back to Miami from Seattle. Its so hard to convey the spirit of freedom and revolution that was in the air back in that time. We were between Elvis and the Stones - and the Blackbird singing in the dead of night. What a glorious time. I can't remember all the details cause part of the thing was being stoned. I left Miami hitchhiking to get an early start but was going to hook up with my buddy John and some of his "fraternity buddies" when they drove up the next day. We said "meet you there" like there was no possibility that we wouldn't touch base in a crowd of 600,000. Like magic I awoke the next day after camping out and saw my bud driving in. Traffic was bumper to bumper the whole festival - so if someone was was driving you had a fair chance of seeing them - even with the thousands there. One of the major memories was hopping on a trunck or hood - with permission - in the standstill traffic - to "hitch" a ride.These guys had tents and all that other stuff and we set up camp together. One of the shortages that my stoned ass self had not anticipated was water in the South in the summer time. I was not alone in this respect and there was a shortage of containers even - not to mention water. There were a few spigots here and there and long lines just to get a sip - with or without a container to stash for later. I remember waiting in the hot Georgia summertime sun and many a compassionate soul would walk by with a freshly filled container and offer a sip to those of us still waiting in line. It wasn't untill later that I remember some had a stranger twinkle in the eye when they offered their containers - I can still remember faintly the glimmer of the eye of at least one such offering - but my suspision is that I was dosed with LSD from more than one plastic jug while waiting in line. I can remember leaving there - "trunck riding" down towards the swimming hole - and skinny dipping in this gloriously cool grotto with a hundred other hippies. I'll take the memory of this voluptuous, dark haired, sloe eyed beauty - that showed me her body and her soul with no reservations and not an ounce of shame. Oh my God - what a memory.Later, later - much later - in my friends tent - coming down from what turned out to be a day long and into the night trip - I heard a guitar call - over the PA - and I knew it was Hendrix - and I was called out of the safety of the tent to go see Jimi - all of this next is susspect cause my mind was totally reeling at this time - but I remember heading toward the concert area and a lite rain was falling - enough to make the rutted dirt roads real muddy - I remember this guy sliding off a hood and into the mud - and right or wrong I thought he was like retarded - and in any case people were laughing at his muddy shirtless self - and even he had this less than bright sort of laugh. I was at a bad end of the trip at this time - and the lighting - and the events - all came together in a wrong way for me and I got a real sleazy/evil vibe from the whole thing. I had been running on adrenaline and LSD for about 3-4 days at this point and don't even remember the return to Miami - reason tells me that I would have returned with John and his friends - but I really have no way of knowing.I could tell you more if you wanted to know - but this is a fair good rememberabce. TW | |