The light shows and sounds indicated the influence of dope
on audience and musicians alike. They could no longer be called dances for they
resembled Be-Ins more than the foxtrot shuffles that still predominate in
middle-aged memories. Clubs, like U.F.O. and Middle Earth in London's West End,
used to have all-night sessions, where one could listen, dance, blow bubbles,
eat, sleep, trip, make love or just wander around digging the people. As might
be expected, rip-off club managers began their own enterprises, charging high
prices for music, food and hard liquor. For a time nobody cared, because the
head clubs were community run and one could hear the best in progressive rock
and grin stoned grins at performers who would later be ranked as superstars. A
mixture of police harassment and capitalist economics eventually closed them
down. The political nature of rock music is manifested at a number of levels. Many
groups take explicitly political stands, whilst others make obvious references
in their songs and interviews. The nature of the music industry, however,
sometimes induces an ambivalent stance for, despite the free concerts and the
heavy rhetoric, the record companies are 'only in it for the money'. The M.C.5,
as long as they stayed in Detroit with John Sinclair, were a screaming,
revolutionary band. As soon as they left, they became a teeny bop group with a
mean reputation but without any balls.
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the ultimate summit of the international freak scene
Charles and Guy sat looking across
a chaotic vista of jeans and khaki shorts with splashes of jade and ivory and a
tangle of shoulder-length hair. Signs hung on the walls warning of the dangers
of getting caught with hashish. For Guy, this was a bizarre environment.
‘So, this is your trip - hippies.’
‘No, not really. I work mainly in the big hotels, but
anywhere people have a lot of cash and no routine is good. Every day travellers
deal with new faces, and so it’s natural for them to make friends with
strangers. Once they decide you’re their friend, the guard drops. In this business you never turn down
a chance to meet anyone. A contact is a resource; if not now, then later. And
with the hippies it’s quick. It takes about ten minutes to take a wallet
and a passport.’
‘But what’s inside a hippie’s wallet?’
‘You’d be surprised. A lot of these kids are carrying $1,000
in travellers’ cheques; the drug dealers, more. Don’t judge by appearances.’
‘But all these - they must be junkies. So many of them are
so thin and sick looking.’
‘That’s what I used to think. Actually, most of
them are just nice young students having their last fling before they settle
down. Their resistance is lowered from smoking hashish. Then they get sick, and
go down with dysentery. After a few months on the road diarrhoea is just about
their only topic of conversation.’
strenuous parties with wild non-stop dancing to twist and stomp music
Mick Farren stormed into the marquee and
demanded that all food stocks be distributed to the masses. He demanded that Pepsi and Birds
Eye donate their entire on-site warehouse to the crowds, in return for a
favourable mention in his next speech. As a ‘symbolic act of protest against
élitism’, the alliance agreed to carry out a joint assault on the main fence.
From the stage, meanwhile, the harried MC kept preaching peace
and love and the spirit of Woodstock. The insurrection erupted at 10 a.m., led by two French anarchists with a
battering ram. ‘Zeeze kids are being toe-tally controlled by zooperpigs,’ one
of them yelled, thumping at the sheets of iron. ‘Ex-source-sted, wretchyard, sleeping in
zee pissoirs . . . Zeeeze
kids are worse than zeee Jews, at least zeee fuck’n Jews didn’t
pay to go to Auschwitz . . .’ Crash! The corrugated iron caved in. Two Angels,
a Panther and a Young Liberal squeezed into the arena, where, to their
astonishment, the oppressed masses joined the security guys and their Alsatians
in chucking them out and repairing the breach.
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Lenny Bruce,
Melly,
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