
The FBI says you’re looking at gang members. I say that’s insane clown talk. —- First things first: I don’t know the two guys in the photo at the top of this […]
The FBI says you’re looking at gang members. I say that’s insane clown talk. —- First things first: I don’t know the two guys in the photo at the top of this […]
It’s after midnight, and the Grateful Dead have finally cleared the stage. A good portion of the muddied audience is wiped out, having spent two straight days overcrowded, underfed and wet — […]
The Dead’s Saturday night set is long and noodly, which I reckon is what Deadheads like. I’ve always heard that the band didn’t think too much of it, though, and that’s why […]
Northern California’s own Country Joe McDonald is the only Woodstock musician to perform two complete distinct sets. Like Richie Havens and John Sebastian, McDonald was in the wrong place at the wrong […]
Portland, Oregon, perhaps my favorite city. The local beer is delicious, the streets are clean, and the book and record stores are interesting. The real draw, though, is its people, who are […]
“How was your walk, Dad?” “Good. I went along the river.” “What did you listen to?” “Woodstock.” “Is that good?” “Some of the performances are great, others not so much. Mostly for […]
Growing up there were three of us kids, and our first allowance was tiered 50/35/25 cents, oldest to youngest. At age seven a quarter per week was fine by me. That was […]