There was no shortage of funky people to photograph. There was a professional clown, named Wavy Gravy , who was an old friend of the Grateful Dead. He was cool. I was told that Ben and Jerry's had named an ice-cream flavor after him. I met a guy named Christopher, who let me hold his parakeet, and I watched an almost-naked black dude in high heels dance around while playing the violin for dollar bills.
Next stop is Vietnam.
There ain't no time to wonder why. His excellent rendition of that number was the perfect way to end the concert. After the concert, there were lots of people hanging around and police on horse-back began asking them to leave while there was still light. In the old days, they wouldn't have asked so nicely. Unlike the old days, they weren't dealing with a bunch of punks kids.