Monday, October 24, 2016

San Francisco Journal - 2

May 30, 1966 – Acid in a sugar cube. Winterland with The Jefferson Airplane. Seen them a lot lately; really digging the guitar. It’s a different sound. As the music got more and more intense I began tripping harder and harder. Each beat like a heartbeat seemed to resonate in my head. I was a dancing fool. The venue was crowded, there was barely room to move, but the crowd was very into the music. Before long we were all moving more or less as one entity. As I headed into the peak, the lights were beginning to strobe and blur into one another, I was seeing trails off every moving object, and when I closed my eyes, cartoonish landscapes sprung up and began twisting around themselves in a most lovely way.
Mae shows up about halfway through the set. I offered her a sugar cube of acid, she declined since when she realized I was tripping she seemed a little perturbed, but I didn't think much of it at the time. She and I embraced for a few minutes before I went back to dancing and she caught up with a few friends that were present. Not diggin' her anymore.

June 4, 1966 – The Jefferson Airplane Exposition Auditorium. Met Stevie. Dancing next to me, kept looking my way. Not good starting conversations, but she said, "Hey." It was kinda warm and comforting. Asked her if she wanted to see The Turtles at the Fillmore. She said, "You, baby," singing it. Really pretty. Long blonde hair, wavy and a little messy. After the show we sat squeezed into the table in the corner by the window at the Blue Unicorn. We talked about life. We talked about love, and passed loves and new loves and I stared into big brown eyes.

June 6, 1966 – Picked up Stevie in Pacific Heights. Saw the Turtles at the Filllmore. Had her home by 11:00. She said wait for all the lights to go out, then I snuck in the upstairs window like Romeo. We smoked a joint out the window and watched the moon.

June 24, 1966 – Stevie’s father cool. Got me a job working a spot at the Fillmore. First night, Lenny Bruce and The Mothers. Missed the KFRC show, Beach Boys, Airplane, Spoonful, The Byrds. Stevie went. Called me late said she was flippin’ out, something somebody gave her. Kinda talked her down; said she loved me. No one ever said that except my mother and not in a long time.

Grateful Dead
July 1, 1966 – Quicksilver Messenger Service, Big Brother, and Jaywalkers at the Fillmore Auditorium. Worked some of the liquid effects. Burned my hand.

[No Date] Considering how hard I was tripping I was quite centered and focused, watching Saturday morning cartoons. I felt very much in my body. My thoughts were concerned with my birthday, my friends and my new job, which I'd started only a few days before. I was having a fabulous time. Met Stevie and a concert at the Presidio. We sat and kissed and talked for a while. I’d been gobbling these whites someone gave me. The music began calling to me and before long I had to get up and go dance. I grabbed her hand and began dancing like mad. I was really into it and dancing very well. Stevie looked beautiful, her hair waving in the warm sun, falling about her shoulders.

July 2, 1966 – Great Society. This chick Grace Slick belts it out. Sopwith Camel and the Charlatans.

July 3, 1966 – Love, Grateful Dead best show ever. Didn’t work it. Me and Stevie. Told her I loved her after a song called "Hey, Little One." Love, crazy band from L.A.

July 17, 1966 – Worked the booth. Stevie snuck herself in. Allen Ginsberg poetry and Sopwith Camel. "I saw the best minds of my generation." Cool shit.

July 22, 1966 – The Association, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Sopwith Camel, and Grassroots.

August 6, 1966 – Stevie and I, Vietnam War peace march up Market Street, super high, like super high velocity speed and two tabs of blotter and everybody smoking week, like all the sounds were far away, all the people were far away, but they were right there.