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No purple or brown acid - they warned us off.
However, my high school girl friend, who was by that time, a senior at the University of California, Santa Barbara, had obtained for me a small jar of genuine Owsley Sunshine LSD - the primo acid of the time! So, yes, I was blazing from the time Santana took the stage on Saturday afternoon until Jefferson Airplane closed day two as the sun came up on Sunday morning.
Having returned from a year in Southeast Asia just three months previously, it was just what the doctor ordered *chuckle*, but I was hardly your standard model hippie. Stationed at the Military Academy at West Point, NY, I'm pretty sure most of my fellow concert goers though I must have been a narc . . . until they didn't.
Anyway, camping out in the rain and muck was no hardship for me. At least I could rest assured that Janis Joplin wouldn't be taking pot shots at me, although when the choppers arrived to evacuate the drug casualties, I did suffer a momentary flashback . . .
Wow what a concert that must have been! Green with envy!
I'm amazed you can remember it!
They say if you can remember the 60's, you weren't there.
Of course, it became much more than a concert. A singular event, never to be repeated I'm afraid, at least not in my lifetime.
It was totally unexpected which is why every attempt to recreate it has failed. I was out of the Army and home in California when Altamont was announced, but I figured, 'been there, done that.'
Good choice - it was a disaster . . .
Sadly, that is true for so many, but having dabbled with psychedelics when LSD was still legal, I had determined my own ability to enjoy the experience without mishap or 'memory loss.'
I should admit, however, there was one exception to that general rule. In the early 1970's, Steely Dan gave what for them was a rare concert at UC Irvine. I was living at the beach at the time, and I really liked this new band, so I decided to go. As I had done dozens of times previously with everyone from The Rolling Stones to Frank Zappa, I wanted to drop a tab to 'enhance' the music.
All I remember is starting to come on as we entered the UCI venue, and I mean, that is all. I have no memory whatsoever of the concert or the rest of that night, but that was the only time that happened *chuckle* . . . I think.
It still pisses me off!
Just to be clear . . . from 2012 . . .
Crazy times indeed! But more fun and adventurous than today, no doubt.
Actually the Pont-St.-Esprit story is incorrect. It was proven that the poisening was due to ergot contaminated rye flour. All sick had eaten bread from the same bakery. Or nitrogen chloride which was used to illegally bleach flour.
I had fun with acid in my punk and goth days.
No bad trips for me.
I do have friends in the ground because of drugs, but I always had a line I would never cross - never inject anything.
That rule kept me safe.
Yeah, who likes needles anyway.
Don't know if it's still there, but when I took R&R in 1968, I stayed at the Menzies Hotel in Sydney. While there I dropped one of the previously mentioned Owsley Sunshine barrels that my high school squeeze had sent to Vietnam. I recall leaving my room and 'wading' down the hall to the elevator on their blue and green carpet which approximated the look of water *oh, wow FLASHBACK!*
Kind of like this:
I wish that I had kept a record of the various venues I enjoyed under the influence. I could have filled a fairly substantial notebook *chuckle*. The ocean was always a prime spot - surfing or sailing, no scuba! Tide pools teeming with life! Disneyland was a trip with or without. Woodstock, of course, and too many rock concerts to count. Hollywood jazz clubs, or even just staying indoors. Bob Dylan was the soundtrack of my initial journey in '64 and oranges were a new a strange mystery fruit *far out*.
The effects were salubrious in youth, but I haven't partaken for maybe 30 years. I've still got a tab in the freezer (in case of the apocalypse), but I fear the effects won't mirror those felt when I was young and immortal.
Actually, there's a pretty good chance that I was blazing when my profile photo was taken . . .
. . . yeah, a good chance!