Originally Posted by
wolfy
Great thread, I'll throw in on a rainy day, all live performance. Growing up in California around the edge of the music business had its advantages. I won't discuss age but can vouch for all entries except the last one.
-Iron Butterfly- was a local band, we did stage and light shows for a bunch of high school dances with them.
-Hendrix- opened for the Mamas and Pappas at the Hollywood Bowl. "Are You Experienced" not released yet.
Melted faces throughout the venue, then sat through "Monday,Monday", in shock.
-J Mitchell/D Crosby- would play random Sunday afternoons in the dirt parking lot of the Topanga Store, sitting on tree rounds under a big oak tree. Worked on open tunings and harmony, audience provided beer.
-Doors- hitchhiked to the first "Renaissance Fair" in the SF Valley. Get a ride on Van Nuys Blvd. with a couple longhairs in a blue van, going to the same place. Full of equipt with Messrs. Krieger and Densmore, delivered to
backstage, where we watched the show. Morrison signed my arm cast with a 3 line "poem".
-Dead- lots of "peak" shows, the final 2 shows of the '74 "farewell" shows at Winterland had it all. Full Wall of Sound
system, Hart returned for first time, Pigpen's keyboard and chopper onstage. Keyboard started playing
harmonics on it's own during high volume tunes. Phil's oscilloscope showing square waves.
-Derek&Dominoes- Album delayed about 4 weeks, first live show West Coast at UNR Reno. No info so no ticket sales
so turned into free show with 300 people on the floor. We walked in and I stood about 10 feet from Allman
and Clapton and heard Layla for the first time. Allman saw me watching his fingers play and grinned.
Emmylou and Hot Band- Berkeley Greek, was opener for somebody- mid morning soundcheck- the venue crew
refused to work when she was onstage. Just sat in front seats and stared in awe...
Enough for now, lastly- I wasn't there, but-
A friend I played guitars with in the Bay was playing his 12 string sitting on a log next to the creek that flows through Danville Ca when a bearded guy with a guitar case came down the ravine and sat down. He said "Keep playing, then I'll play a couple, we'll find some common ground." Friend finished his tunes and turned to the visitor with a nod.
The guy proceeds to play almost 1 side of "Tea for the Tillerman" and goes to shake hands, "Folks call me Cat".