That's right. I was there. In the very cheap seats, it's true. But I heard the Man make the shift from acoustic to electric.
Very little can be worse on the road than a thunderstorm with you in the open. OK, there can be a pity factor when people drive by and see you.
In the 1960s, our erstwhile con artist "friend" John held artists in the greatest contempt possible.
Not being a stranger to the allure of alcohol, drugs, and tobacco, I've fought my darlings to a standstill and then to personal victories. But I've also seen friends fall and die because their wars seemed unwinnable when pitted against substance abuse.
John believed in fleecing, not taking fleece, and hide from his "customers."
Being on the road in the sixties was not the same Kerouac experience that many people expected.
sicians, lawyers, and advice columnists are always suspicious of those seemingly acting as conduits for others,”
I had a friend who was terrified of four-way highway crossings. So he retreated down the highway to cross. He wound up crossing in less safe locations sometimes.
It was four in the morning, and no one was awake, but none of us were asleep either. It had been one of those "let's stay up and watch the sunrise!" parties.
"Don't rain on my parade!" The young woman who whispered this to me did so as I pointed out that the exact idiom used in 1965 had been just "cool," not "like cool."