Showing posts with label Neville. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neville. Show all posts

burned-out acidheads sell Bibles on the street for a living.



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.

the ultimate summit of the international freak scene


epub or mobi, with thanks to the original sharer

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


epub or mobi, with thanks to the original sharer

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.