Broward Community College - Silver Sands Yearbook (Fort Lauderdale, FL)

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xx X X X X55 'i X X tx ,X T t i ' X X t Q , X , N, . 'X' 'x f 1 i 'x i, X l ' lx lt , 4 i, i . N C Xl XIX .fx ,gn Boogiel . . . Come on, man . . . 9 GEEEEEEEEEET EEEEEEEEEET OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON! ! l As the satanic silhouettes pranced iund the numerous fires ignited to rd oft the drenching cold, the noniac howls and whoops of elation Jvided an accurate overture for the -ct fortyeeight hours to come. The lowing morning provided a sight nd-blowing to even the most sober ak in attendance, The sooted, clammy at lifted, while the sun's blinding light yloded off the windshields of iusands of vehicles, smothermg nearly 'ry square inch of land in sight. And still they were coming, eaming in from everywhere, like imings swarming to a sea of insanity, lt was obvious that this event was M in W. X 1 YH' big and getting bigger all the time. For many it became a time to survive, not boogie. If you didn't bring ample food or a pile of money, a trip to town was a high priority, no matter what the hassles involved were. The promoters had promised plenty ot food at reasonable prices. What they offered, among other rip-offs, was a cup of Coke, no ice, 35112 and a hot dog, 556. And some of the long-haired brothers weren't beyond the reaches of capitalistic greed, Beer was 90ln9 for as high as 75413 a can while watermelons took in an incredible 57.50. LUATKINS GLEI1 H. l'l.Y.

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ll . II Boogleeeeeeeeeeeeeee .... ll! Thursday, 8:05 P.M., July 26, 197 40 hours before the music's ex scheduled and the crowds marching Watkins Glen, New York, peak 600,000 . . . already they're ripped c of their heads. Boogie!ll Come on man . . . le party!! l Boogieeeeeeeeeeeee ..... ll The banshee cries continued to ec througi the woods, as the recen arrived stumbled around in the da occupied with the task of setting shelter: Sears and Roebuck ter make-shift lean-tos, orange and wh parachutes stretched between vans a plastic Hefty garbage bags supported sticks and scrounged string for the I fortunate. The novice architects weren't ir boogieing yet. They had just spent fc nerve wracking hours inching their vv along the last five miles to the site Summer Jam, an 1100 acre spread, wh: the Grand Prix is held each year. Athough the hassles getting in wi definitely a bummer, not too many wi complaining. After all, it's not every d one gets an opportunity to hear four hc sets from the Grateful Dead, the Allm Brothers and the Band. HERE COMES DA MUD The starless sky gave way to natur first attempt at drowning the gather multitudes, now a tradition which see to plague any large herd of young peop While some of the less architectua inclined cursed the rains, the hard ci crazies running through the woc seemed to suck the energy out of 1 thundering light show which only electrical storm can provide. With ez spine dismembering KRACK!, 1 number of outcries multipl dramatically. IIT SUITIITIER M

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Sheeeeeeet, man. Wa' you wan', man. Sheeeet, this here's good sheet man. I ain't jivin' you man. Sheet manI!! O.K. man, but it better be good, man. Man, don' worry man. This sheeet's fine man ...... sheet. There were dealers everywhere, but most seemed to set up shop at a main intersection a couple hundred yards in front of the main gates to the concert area. Although almost every kind of mind boggler was available at a price, marijuana and downs appeared to be most in demand. Psychedelics were moving very slowly and heroin was apparently non-existent. audience rather than providing a satisfying musical experience. But the good stuff wasn't too far away. Saturday, the fanatics following the three groups were assaulted by a wave of pure, unadulterated, clean-as-a-whistle music, as unprecedented in quality as the crowd was in numbers. FIRST THING IN THE MORNING BLUES With visions of locating a better than average spot for viewing and hearing the show, early risers got up with the sun and loaded with a day's worth of food and drink, if they were lucky enough to have it, trucked on over to the concert site. 4. Qu- Friday's heavy was an unannounced test of the massive sound system. Bill Graham, world famous for his uncanny expertise at putting on flawless rock concerts, was in charge of the stage production. lt was just like Graham to ask the groups to put on one hour sets to make sure evei fthing was cooking for the real thing tomorrow. There was another reason behind the tests. Inspired by Graham's visionary wisdom, the idea was to get some of the people into the concert area Friday night, before the real crush came Saturday. To put it mildly, it worked. As the half dozen or so skyscraper-like sound towers boomed out out Brothers' Whipping Post, the disciples within hearing range nearly flooded the meager ninety acres set aside for the concert. Unfortunately, the long breaks between songs to check and recheck equipment resulted in teasing the ii? ..,. photos by Craig Trexler Disillusionment came quickly, when became apparent that 200,000 earli risers had the same vision. It was no longer a question I finding a good place to settle down. was fast becoming a challenge to find al place to sit, period. You take away tl area claimed by the 900 plus portosa l900?!!ll, the space for concession stani and sound towers, and the inevitab room needed for the ceaseless flow I human traffic and you wind up wi approximately a square foot of land i each of the 300,000 humans th eventually squeezed themselves in. HOTTER 'N HELL . . . calmer than an unruffled blanki swaying gently on a clothes line - thi masses moved. - slick slippery bodii lubricated by the endless flow of swea passing from body to body. Marihoochl was passing freely too, hand to hani pipe to pipe, mouth to mouth: suckir ceaselessly off the human next to you sweat and pot - the lowest commol denominators that seemed to satiate th masses for the time being. No rush herl ain't got no place else to go, no usei bitchin'. Ain't so bad . . . feels pretl good, pretty mellow . . . lots of faoi to study too. The bony faced, red haired lar? tycoon . . . he's been here sini yesterday, planted firmly 15 feet fro: the front of the stage. Smileless and wif a determined look in his speed freak ey i he wasn't about to move. Got territory all laid out, 10 by 12 olil' green blanket spread smooth over the sd