“A lot of the festival happenings are kind of fuzzy for some reason, lavender leary, orange sunshine, purple micro-dot. The purple micro-dot was the reason for my missing Hendrix. It was really heavy. I remember laying in a pup-tent and repeating my name so I could maintain what little sanity I had left. But that was only one day and I don't think I would change it if I could, only a few know where I've been. Some didn't make it back all the way. … I remember a lot of plain white vans with a human siren sitting on top trying to convince all the heads they needed to move so they could make their delivery to the OD tent. One of many. The police were there right next to people shouting their wares. It was a trip I will carry to my grave.” … Larry from Huntsville, AL
