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Do you have a good story?
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Goose Creek Festival (Central Southern Michigan) 1972. Went expecting a three-day
festival (turned out to be one-day) with only a pocketful of sunflower seeds. My
last ride was a carful of hippies (like me) who bought me breakfast at a diner we
stopped at and gave me the $2 that I was short for the extra "non-advance ticket"
price.
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Saw The MC5 -- they were the WORST garage band you could imagine, but they were
fucking AMAZING!!! So much raw power! Near the end of their set, the singer was
calling for people to join them onstage and it became packed pretty much
shoulder-to-shoulder. The promoter jumped up, grabbed the mike, and told the crowd
that if they didn't get off the stage THAT VERY MOMENT, they were going to shut the
show down. The singer grabbed the mike back and said, "FUCK him... it's OUR show
now!!!" (referring to the whole crowd).
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Took quite a while to clear off the stage.
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Then the second-to-last act -- Ted Nugent. He was a relatively quiet hunting enthusiast
then -- not the political asshole that he is now -- and he was truly awe-inspiring.
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The last act was Bob Seger. I'm pretty sure he was between The Bob Seger System and
his Silver Bullet Band and was very very mellow. After Nugent's frenzied energy, about
3/4 of the crowd left the show.
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Took me over 6 hours to hitchhike the 60 miles TO the show -- took me an hour-and-five
minutes to get to my front door, dropped off by yet another kind stranger.
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