Sex, drugs and Jimi Hendrix: my life in festivals

Two years later the Grateful Dead came to England to play a festival at Bickershaw near Wigan. Again it rained; indeed it flooded. I think we wanted to import the unique occasion that a rallying around the Dead had become in California, but without success. It was something between an education and a dream to hear Jerry Garcia's band and entourage play for five hours over two sets:  Playing in The Band, Dark Star – the music was sublime but "the vibe" was missing (although I was by now more relaxed about the sight of a large woman masturbating to the beat of Ramble on Rose than I would have been at Bath). In those days the universe was divided into a Manichean struggle between "hip" and "square", and, despite my neighbour's reverie, there were too many squares for comfort at Bickershaw, for all the wizardry of these warlocks of Californian psychedelia.http://feeds.theguardian.com/c/34708/f/663860/s/38c447c1/sc/38/l/0L0Stheguardian0N0Cmusic0C20A140Cmar0C30A0Csex0Edrugs0Ejimi0Ehendrix0Emy0Elife0Ein0Efestivals0Eed0Evulliamy0Eisle0Ewight/story01.htm

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