I left you tantalisingly inĀ A Musical Journey (Part 2) as I was venturing to my first āRock Festivalā ā aged 17 years and 6 months of age!
We set off for Bath in the College bus on the Friday afternoon. The bus was full and not the most comfortable. It was packed with a mix of mainly older āheadsā (long hair, denim, scraggly beards, hip and aware of the benefits of marijuana) and us threeā¦.the straightest and most naive people thereā¦apart from our driver, who I think was called Bill. The poor sod had to do the full journey on his own. He was very old ā about 40!! ā and definitely NOT a āheadā. But credit to him for putting up with us.
The journey took forever and all I can really remember is a guy in the seat opposite having one of those early Philips Cassette players and oneĀ tape āGris-Grisā by Dr John The Night Tripper which he played over and over again until his batteries started to die out and the music became slower and slowerā¦and what (to me) was already pretty scary stuff about zombies, voodoo and the like became even more nightmareish as darkness fell. I love the album nowā¦but whenever I hear the opening track it takes me right back to that bus 50 years ago!
Dr John ā Gris Gris Gumbo Ya Ya Listen for yourself (Imagine you are in a dark bus at 2am!)
The only other points of note were buying a bottle of non-alcoholic beer at a service station and being stuck in the longest traffic jam when we hit the outskirts of Shepton Mallet where the festival was being held. We also picked up a few hippy hitchhikers who squatted in the aisle as we threaded our way towards the campsite parking.
Buses Coming In (Photo Jeff Culpit)
There were around 100,000 people at the Festival (this was the year after Woodstock and the Isle Of Wight Festivals) There were terrible traffic jams and artists couldnāt get in to perform.Ā The organisers had provided tents free of chargeā¦which were needed.Ā Being a music Festival..it rained on and off!
The three of us jumped off the bus and headed with the throngs towards the stage area. We got a good spotā¦.but I think it started to rainā¦so we headed towards the tents.
Tents (Photo Jeff Culpit)
We set out our sleeping bagsā¦and got out a deck of cards to play whist or some such.Ā All at once two guys dived into the tent and asked if they ācould crash here?ā. In the spirit of hippyness and peace and love we of course said āYeah Man..coolā.
Then another hippy stuck his head in the tent and asked the (to us bizzare) question ā has anyone got any shit?ā.Ā Now Eric was a right sarkie bugger and said ānot yet but will have one later!ā But to our astonishment one of our new tent mates said yes, pulled a foil wrapped bag out of his pocket and started to cut the green lump into sections with a knifeā¦.ON MY SLEEPING BAG!
At this point our hippy vocabulary increased 100 fold and we realised we were in the middle of a drug deal!!Ā The horrors!! We looked at each other and in the vernacular of the time, we grabbed our stuff and split!
We went back to the busā¦(which is where my Pass Out ticket came from) and left our sleeping bags etc and headed back to the main stage area to await the start of the music.
Now I will be honest some of the next bit is very hazyā¦.it was 50 years ago for Godās sakeā¦and I can mix things up. I did write down my thoughts next to that āpass outā ticket 2/3 years afterwards in my Ticket Book. There is also a terrific website with a ton of information and photographs (where I sourced many on here from) about the 1970 Bath Festival here The Bath festival Of Blues and Progressive Music well worth a look for anyone interested.
This is the page from my ādiaryā
The first few paragraphs relay most of what I have typed above.Ā But on the music This is what I had written:-
Fairport Convention ā Good
Maynard Ferguson ā Ugh! (Sorry Maynardā¦I just was not into Jazz in 1970)
Itās A Beautiful Day ā Good
Colleseum ā Great ā Except for J Hisemanās 40 min drum solo (Iāve never been a fan of them..who is??)
Johnny Winter ā Good but fell asleep. (me not Johnny Winter.). Edgar Winter O.D. on the drums ( now this is just not true! I heard it from someone at the time on the bus journey back..and to be seen as ācoolā I repeated it.Ā But itās a bit problematic..Edgar Winter didnāt play drums and wasnāt in the band at that point!!)
Steppenwolf ā Good but again fell asleep (all the bands were running very late!) Hell Of a version of Born to Be Wild. (Actually the only song I would recognise!
Pink Floyd ā Lights Were Fantastic ā fell asleep (Says a lot about the music!)
Canned Heat ā Played for three and a half hours but I didnt hear them.Ā At this point I gave in and headed for the bus where I could get some proper sleep away from the noise.
I then realised our bus driver spent most of the weekend asleep in the luggage Bay of the bus!
Sunday am āDiaryā continues
Nowāt happening cosā none of the acts can get in because of traffic jams. Surprise! Donovan however turns up (not supposed to) and played all his favourite raves ā drags a bit after 3 hours!! Eventually Frank Zappa & Mothers Of Invention get on stage. We hear two songs then we have to go, bus driver has to be back for Monday!
We didnāt miss much..just Led Zeppelin, Hot Tuna, Jefferson Airplane, Dr John, Country Joe McDonald. The Moody Blues were due to playā¦but it rained really heavily after Led Zeppelin so they couldnāt go on. We were virtually home by this point.
Iām not sure if I saw The Byrds or not? I think I did..but my memory could be playing tricks.
I arrived home at about 7 am.but had to be back at college for an exam on the afternoon. I made it and actually passed!
Eric, Paul & I ādined outā on being at Bath for weeks afterwards. Anyone who knows me will say I STILL dine out on it! I tend to lie and say I saw all of the bands!!
But what the experience gave me was a never ending love affair with Blues & Progressive Music which perseveres to this day. From this point on I was a āheadā as Danny Baker calls us.Ā I bought albums to carry tucked under my arm to show off how ācoolā I wasā¦I started to go to gigs as often as I could.Ā I had found a spiritual home.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A Musical Journey (PartĀ 3) I left you tantalisingly inĀ A Musical Journey (Part 2) as I was venturing to my first "Rock Festival" - aged 17 years and 6 months of age!