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

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The Tri-Trip Kid's looking to score and someone from the back is passing out free acid. Hey man! Do you think I could have some of that? Yeh . . . wow . . l'd surely appreciate it! Sure, brother. Crawling on all fours, the Good Samaritan makes his way through the audience and says, How much ya want? Tri-Trip says half embarrassed, half proud, Well, I like to trip triple, ya know. I really wanna get off today. G.S. pours about half a teaspoon of the sparkling turquoise blue powder into the Kid's hand. Cupping his hand he carefully places the blue next to his left nostril, closes his other nostril with his right index finger and takes a mighty snort ,... and another . . .and another, then licks his hand for good measure. The Tri-Trip Kid wrinkles his nose, contorts his peach fuzz face a bit and smiles contentedly. Well, now, . . . where's my pipe? Got some really good hash 'round here somewhere. Meanwhile, some chick's trying to get on the 13 foot high stage much to the delight of her fellow crazies in the front. Bill Graham doesn't tolerate that kind of fun though and proceeded to inform her that if you don't get down, I'm going to throw you off! Graham was probably a little nervous anyway, because the show was scheduled to begin in a few minutes and start it did, right on time, twelve noon, high noon - just maybe the highest noon ever to be recorded in man's history. photos by Kevin Deland -sy i sh Ryu. H ' ,,:,- 1 1 If Q. M... , , Timm . ' f sl I 735 ' E X .f' . 1.

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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

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RUSH'SH'SH'SH'SH'SH 'SH' lt was like dropping a lit match on top of an ant hill. No more calm . . . just the absence of everything except rushing, climaxing, busting-outvall-over energy triggered by Jerry Garcia and his waiting insanity. ZAP. The Grateful Dead and the human swamp were moving, No one could escape it - ZAP ZAP -- brains exploding everywhere - sheer energy, as if a tidal wave of pure pleasure had suddenly wveetly smothered the masses. ZAP ZAP ZAP -- People going nuts, Jumping up and down, up and down. The sweat was pumping out like rivers. The glistening bodies were nearly on top of each other now . . . 300,000 of them writhing as if possessed. And they were possessed, driven without control by Garcia's sounds, swaying them up and down, side to side . . . you knew when it was coming Jerry would sort of be playing along regular and then he'd get this grin on his bushy face and this mad twinkle in his eyes and he'd slide up to the edge of the stage and pointing his guitar like a machine gun, fire off these seemingly endless riffs of pure ecstasy and ZAP, the crowd would go absolutely nuts. Screaming and yelling, hootin' and hollerin' and just generally having a completely fantastic time . . . and Garcia would keep doing it to you and you couldnit help but think, My God, how does he do it? and you keep moving up and down and all around more . identity you're no longer you any you've completely lost your you're just another part of monsterous mass of moving flesh. the' w You're so emersed in scene you barely notice the fifteen old nubile in front of you taking off clothes. There she is completely obliv to the whole world except the music she's jumping up and down and so you, but, Christ, how are you suppi to stay plugged into the sound vi these beautiful bouncing buttocks prancing around, about six inches f you but still you flow . . . still yo wvept up and away, higher and highe that insane music coming and coming