It started out as the best concert, really. If you consider we were drinking greyhounds
and playing Trouble while we waited in line at 8AM because it was general
seating. But things digressed in the
afternoon just as the opening act came on.
Oh sure, Gentle Giant was decent enough for background music, but we (me
and my five girlfriends) didn't come for that.
We came for Frampton, and he did indeed come alive. But we didn't. By then, the brownies and whatnot had given us all extraordinary
headaches. We were tired of watching
the crowd bounce people into the air from picnic blankets and miss them on
their way back to earth. We were tired
of the paramedics making their way through the congestion of concertgoers. We wanted to go home. But the roadies for Yes hadn't even started
to reset the stage. It didn't
matter. Two songs in and all of us made
our way to the parking lot. Or more
specifically, the landscape shrubbery in the parking lot.
I don't remember how we all got home... it was such a long time ago (1977?).
Helen Kantor