They
are.
Now, the conclusion of Chapter 20
of The Pop Chronicles Sergeant Pepper
at the site.
Let's suppose that the last rock and roll show
you caught was one of the historic Beatles
performances back in 64 65,
it was Plantinga anatomy on a slab
of concrete in a jam packed football
stadium, enduring the half
dozen or so less than spectacular supporting
acts while anxiously awaiting the appearance
of the Liverpool four.
And when they finally appeared mop
top and uniformly grasp the jet
engine size, screams of the mob virtually
obliterated their musical output.
Oh, for a rousing grand finale,
a platoon of cops scrimmaged a surprisingly
resilient squad of young female
Beatle maniacs down around the 40
yard line.
Oh oh oh
oh oh oh
yeah.
They come down was
like, oh, yes,
yes, yes, yes.
I run my
run and
I go.
Three years have elapsed since that first
deafening crescendo of Beatlemania and
a good many changes have gone down.
It is June 16th, 1967,
a cool, overcast Friday night at Monterey,
California, and something like 50000
people have invaded the bucolic Monterey County
Fairgrounds.
And about 7500 of them crammed
the fairgrounds arena to witness the greatest
assemblage of talent in rock history.
Nearly all of the performing male artist or
long haired now with some of the
hit San Francisco contingent sporting
shoulder-length coiffures
uniforms have been replaced by a dazzling
array of garments ranging from scruffy
jeans to French satin cakes
with the man that is the jet engine size
screams have faded like the past.
Instead, sustained, enthusiastic
applause mingles in the damp night air
with the fragrance of incense and the musky,
sweet odor of very illegal
cannabis.
This is the summit.
Yeah, yeah,
yeah,
yeah, yeah,
yeah.
Friday night, opening night,
the association is there.
So are Eric Burdon, Simon and Garfunkel,
Johnny Rivers and Lou Rawls.
I was born
in a dump.
My mama died and
my daddy got drunk.
He left me here
to die. I'll go
in the middle of
tobacco.
I grew up being
a rusty shack.
Oh,
on my back
walls.
How long
this for quarterback.
Two
bodies. Oh,
yes.
The only time I've
ever known.
I thought
no foul
when you got Thomas killed on the piano.
Can
I tell you this? I worked out there, too, and I
did at Monterey Jazz.
And believe me, there was no comparison
in the jazz festival in this woman
jazz festival. You knew that everybody was
there. And I mean, everybody was all in having
fun. And then probably again at the pop
festival, they would do anything. But it was so
quiet and subdued, man.
People would just you know, they were just
floating around, man.
You know, everybody was just floating around,
you know, nobody was getting to know right
away. Nobody was loud, you know,
none of that and none of that.
It was a beautiful man.
They should have many more women
not only
get a job
where the hell out of
me
save my money
and, you know,
and bring it back to the
back to
bring that mind
and the crane,
blow it up and start all
over again.
And I'll build a town.
I'll be proud to show
and keep the name
tobacco
cause it's all over.
Yes. Yes.
The only time I'd
ever known.
I despise you.
Can't you feel better.
But I love you because
you're my home.
Hey, back
to back
to back out room.
I'm gonna get me some dynamite
and I'll bring me a crate
and then later I'll tear it down.
Start out all over there
in the back.
Our own tobacco
owner out of
this because of my
home.
But your daddy can sell their
tobacco roulette.
I'm gonna blow you up.
I'm gonna tear you down,
and I'll be on the town and I will
be burned out or so.
But I'll be burning.
I'm gonna keep aimer.
I'm gonna keep learning
how to grow
the tobacco
tobacco row, row,
row, row.
Oh,
I'm
talking about back here.
Oh
oh oh oh
oh.
Simon and Garfunkel.
What a dream.
I
spoke
to
the room.
I wandered empty streets,
ass shops.
I
drilling down this
way, as I
was told,
and we're
answering your
first in the night,
walked to frosted things
juniper
like.
And felt, you know,
I just started
with my great forties.
Oh, I love your
girl.
Five years,
it was rumors that the Beatles
would be here doing
Martin of the Buffalo Springfield.
But McCartney was here, but they
have to record money, right?
So that's why I guess they're not here.
There's stuff there, but they're not here.
OK, everybody expects the
Beatles and Dylan, Beach Boys and
four of the Stones.
The pop giants who had opened things up during
the past four years were absent.
Thus, the stage was clear for the first
generation of the still continuing
rock revolution.
Oh,
Monterey, Saturday night.
Rock and roll really change
what we have here.
And we're more into people's heads.
We're more into their lives.
We make them musicians that are playing rock n
roll.
They know. They know where you're at.
You know, your fans like for you
to you and the SEALs
and other groups, you know, their music
to get to you and reach you.
And the colors will flash and the sounds
will address you.
It's beautiful. It's the birds.
Please come to my
mind, my
count
is fine, me
using ideas as my man.
We'll meet on edges and
said I needed
Brown.
I've got so much
younger than that now.
I'm like rockiness.
Leave it down.
I'll need ice cream.
My life is black
and white.
Spoke from my skull like Three
Musketeers Foundation.
The.
I was shown
that and
that
is just outside
my hand at the mongrel
dogs and did
not become my enemy
in.
Three cities
led by confusion, boats,
mutiny about
how I was so
much older than
and now
you could feel tremendous
vitality, you know, a lot of people and
you can feel sort of an innocent discovery.
People were discovering each other, that they
held this mighty competition.
It just happened to the people, you know, like
them, that they have much in common with, you
know, and it was a beautiful
kind of birth of something
like.
So much older and
younger
than that, now
I've
to. I want
to know what you mean, like
deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect.
Good and bad.
Define these terms quite clear,
no doubt somehow.
So much so that
I'm younger than that now.
This is a great success,
and
I'd like to be perfect.
You never have seen what the world's coming to.
And no idea what's next.
I
won't let you know
anyone who makes
you smile and
the ones that
don't do anything
at all.
Go ask Alice
when she's standing tall
and I you go
chasing rabbits and,
you know, to
tell them I don't smoke
has given you
all chorus,
small
little chance.
Oh, God.
I tell you
what.
You just tell
me I'm
last
I.
I think.
Well, the.
How bout some
bad?
Lance.
We have
been
outside
that.
Pop
Chronicles will continue in a moment.