Feb 12, 2024

1966: The Dead in the Daily Californian

2/4/66
THE TRIPS FESTIVAL 

2/10/66
CAN YOU PASS THE ACID TEST? 

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2/24/66 
BOB DYLAN'S T.B. AND ACID-ROCK (excerpt) 

"The Family Dog presents a Tribute to Dr. Strange" was the title of the very first of the large rock and roll dance-concerts, with local rock and roll groups performing. It was conceived by a chick named Luria and some friends of hers. In this fast moving world of pop culture and pop thinking, it seems like a long time ago, but it was only last fall. Now everyone is in the act. 
The Family Dog, seeing all the new groups around, felt this was a good way to present them, give them the opportunity to perform, and make money. They presented the Jefferson Airplane, The Charlatans, and The Loving Spoonfulls, when they were in town. Last week they presented a "Tribal Stomp" featuring the Airplane plus Big Brother and the Holding Company. Meantime various groups such as the Mime Troupe presented huge rock benefits featuring many groups, including such others as "The Great Society" and "The Mystery Trend." These latter groups are not among the best. 
The Airplane is due to have an album released very soon, having achieved a $25,000 advance from RCA Victor. A Berkeley group, The Answer, is under contract to White Whale Records in LA (producers of The Turtles) and although they have had one or two releases, none have yet been successful. There are local groups which have made it, the Vejtables and the Beau Brummels among them. 
The group which, if it ever makes it, will make it the biggest, is the Grateful Dead. They have been playing for The Acid Test most of the time, and appearing weekends at The Matrix in San Francisco. The Dead, originally known as The Warlocks, do incredible rhythm and blues, with an indescribably haunting organ sound. The lead guitar of Jerry Garcia (Captain Trips) will make your head its own reverb unit. They do a lot of original material as well as making total experiences of old numbers like "Midnight Hour." Among their best material is "The Only Time Is Now," "Down the Line," and "You Gotta Live for Yourself." 
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(by Mr. Jones, from the "Something's Happening" column, Daily Californian, February 24, 1966)

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3/10/66  
ROCK AROUND THE CLOCK (excerpt - no Dead content) 

The Jefferson Airplane is the best local rock and roll group. Their sound is very tight and very beautiful. With the possible exception of Signe Anderson (who is too pregnant to put out too well), their talent is top-notch and they mix in person like on a record. "It's No Secret" takes a bit to get used to, as most everything else, but then it is a joy to hear. 
KEWB gives it airplay (here I want to plug their midnight-to-six disc jockey), but KYA, perhaps scared of dance competition, hasn't so far. The last time I heard the Airplane do "Midnight Hour" I was very disappointed, but it pointed out their drawback. Their arrangements are so tight that they become restrictive. The lead guitar isn't allowed room to ad-lib and the group has difficulty sustaining happenstance ecstasy for more than a moment. 
The Quicksilver Messenger Service has a fairly ordinary loud sound. They are very close as a group, perhaps explaining their rather limited performing repertoire. The sound is nice, but the Airplane really captured it first and best, and all other groups in this area better start moving on. 
Big Brother and the Holding Company has potential in their lead guitar player, but the group's sound is too specialized and narrow, and consequently too boring for them to amount to much at this time. Their singing is poor. With one exception, maybe two, all their numbers lack inner coherence. Their songs could be stopped at any point before the end and it would still seem like the end. The exploration of the electronic possibilities of their equipment (and this is their uniqueness) is not terribly pleasant or even interesting. 
[ . . . ] [also reviews the Family Tree, Sopwith Camel & a high school covers band]

(by Mr. Jones, from the "Something's Happening" column, Daily Californian, March 10, 1966)

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3/31/66
THE PRANKSTERS' LAST PRANK

The last Acid Test was presented two weeks ago. It will never be held again. The Merry Pranksters have split; some to New York, some to Mexico, others to Arizona and so on. About a dozen of them are still in Los Angeles. 
There are many reasons why they broke up. When Kesey split for Mexico, the dynamic force of the Pranksters left too. The rest of the people involved were too hung up on too many ways to keep the scene going. Ken Babs, who inherited Kesey's mantle as leader, was too dictatorial and alienated many of the Pranksters. More and more it became his trip, and room for self-expression was diminished. 
The inner tension in the Pranksters developed to the breaking point with Kesey's departure. There were too many hangers-on, and no one was quite sure who was an official Prankster and who wasn't. In Los Angeles they had to run a show for the people, rather than the people running a show for them as in the Bay Area. There was unfavorable publicity and many problems with the rock and roll band, The Grateful Dead. They lost their flexibility, and now they are no more. 
The Grateful Dead are playing every weekend in Los Angeles. So where is Kesey? Everyone seems to think he's still in Mexico. However the most probable theory I have heard to his whereabouts is this: Somehow Kesey has connected himself, if not running the entire scene, with the flying saucers appearing in Michigan. 
[ . . . ]  [review of Sopwith Camel at the Matrix
Paul Butterfield's Blues Band was in town last weekend, playing three nights at the Fillmore Auditorium. Friday night there was only a light crowd; Saturday night it was jam-packed, and Sunday it was nearly empty. At the end of his final set on Sunday Butterfield said, "I've played at all sorts of clubs, but this place is certainly the most bizarre." 
Butterfield's band was fantastic. The two guitar players have frizzy hair like Bob Dylan. To watch the two of them work out on the guitars was an incredible listening experience. 
If you ever have an opportunity, drop everything you might have planned and go see this group - they are fantastic blues, and indescribably rock and roll. Short of that, buy their record (Elektra 294). On the back of the record jacket it says "We suggest that you play this record at the highest possible volume in order to fully appreciate the sound of the Paul Butterfield Blues Band." 
Ralph Gleason says "This is a real 'take-charge' band. They come on like they know what they are up to and play as if there was no question about their success. This is a great stance and it helps a good deal. The solo guitarist, Mike Bloomfield is really an extraordinary player. He produces long, exciting, soaring solos that leap out over the sound of the band and come alive, whirring and snapping through the hall." They return April 15 to the Fillmore Auditorium and April 16th to Harmon Gym with the Jefferson Airplane. 
These weekend dances at the Fillmore Auditorium are being promoted by a little man named Bill Graham. When these things were originated by The Family Dog, they were meant to present local rock groups and generally provide everyone with a good time, as little hassle as possible, and just be a gas for the performers, participants, and spectators. Graham has turned these dances into money making schemes first and foremost. Whatever fun one has is strictly incidental to, almost in spite of, Bill Graham.

(by Mr. Jones, from the "Something's Happening" column, Daily Californian, March 31, 1966)

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4/14/66
BUTTERFIELD BLOWS INTO TOWN (no Dead content)

During the past few weeks I've been madly running about trying to keep up with local folkies and the nearly 3000 acid bands in San Francisco. Here are a few observations therefrom. 
The single finest rock/acid/beat/blues band to hit this town in months, the Paul Butterfield Blues Band from Chicago, appeared at one of the musical rites of psychedelia at the Fillmore Auditorium. 
Promoter Bill Graham has endeavored to titillate all the senses of those parting with their two buckses via blasting music, exploding galaxies of lights, silent films, and rather ghoulish ornaments on the walls. Unlike the usual teen-age concert riots, Graham's customers keep cool, dig the fine sounds, and generally cause no problems. 
I think one reason for this extraordinary behavior on the part of 2000 hip kids is that they appreciate the nice surroundings, continual entertainment, and chance to dance without blowing ten dollars for an evening. (That's a rough estimate of the tab for a night of bar-hopping downtown.)
At any rate, the atmosphere of hot, swaying bodies, luscious young chicks, and totally non-violent dancers tripping around the floor in their own passive worlds was a gas. 

The Quicksilver Messenger Service opened the spectacle with some wild, deafening songs. They have some difficulties keeping their menagerie of guitars running on the same track, but they do try harder and a couple of numbers exhibited some definite polish. What they lack in repertoire they make up in raw enthusiasm, but I had trouble hearing many of the words in their songs. 
After a short pause the Butterfield aggregation trooped onto the stage, plugged in and screamed off into another universe. Where other bands hammer away, occasionally finding some nice phrases and momentary agreement, the Butterfield group has total, consummate control at all times. Each instrument hauls a share of pure power, but the band's arrangements provide the real proof of ingenuity and taste. 
Butterfield handles the majority of the singing and his direct, shouted style shows the influences of numerous Chicago bluesmen. His harp work is devastating - always covering the spaces apportioned him by guitarists Mike Bloomfield and Elvin Bishop. 
Alternating between pulsating riffs, rich bass chords, and shrieking upper register notes, Butterfield places his harp between, under, and solidly with the movement of each number, inciting his band to evermore magnificent, inspired music. Bloomfield plays an astounding lead guitar with more notes per second than I thought possible. When Butterfield or organist Mark Naftalain take lead, he chords in the precise mix that supports the harmonic balance of the entire group. Given a chance he can carry the whole stage away in one climactic run. 
To top off the evening, Bloomfield pulled out the stops and with Butterfield sweeping in and out on the harp, he delivered a guitar solo that can only be described as Shankaresque concluding with an honest-to-god fire-eating exhibition. The place promptly sailed into shock waves of ecstatic approval. You better not miss this group!

I heard the "Great Society" and thought them quite over-rated. Their female lead singer is fair, but the band fails to carry the songs along with her. 
At the Matrix I caught the Wildflower, who suffer from undistinguished arrangements and a dearth of musical invention. Mostly they thrashed about with weak singing and uninteresting guitar work. Perhaps with some more practice and attention to coordination of instruments they'll discover some better sounds.
[ . . . ]

(by Michael Chechik, from the Daily Californian, April 14, 1966)

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4/21/66
ROCK 'N' ROLL PARAPHENALIA (excerpt - no Dead content)

Probably the best rock and roll concerts so far in the Bay Area were presented last weekend: The Jefferson Airplane and the Paul Butterfield Blues Band. It was the first time I really had an opportunity to listen to Signe Anderson; she is stunning and sings powerfully. There were fantastic speaker systems mounted on large box-like structures. By standing up against the box, closing your eyes, you could simultaneously hear the sound and feel it pulsing and pounding through your body. Airplane drummer Skip Spence was particularly good in this regard. The Airplane is an excellent group, certainly better than most American top-40 groups, including the Byrds. 
Butterfield's group was again incredible. In the areas of blues harmonica, lead and rhythm guitar work, they have the finest talent available in the United States today. They put a group like the Rolling Stones to shame. Mike Bloomfield, who did the lead guitar work on Dylan's last album, is a master, and as much a star as Butterfield. Both of them know it. Butterfield will blow on his harp and Bloomfield will reply on the guitar creating soaring electronic sorties against fast moving heavy rhythm, all of which is beyond comment by me. On stage they seem as if, with all their talent, they might well explode. Each number they do seems as if it is being performed for the first and last times; it has that kind of spontaneity, instant creation, polish, and beauty. 
Bill Graham presented the three shows, climaxed Sunday afternoon by an hour-long jam including the Airplane, Butterfield's band, and Muddy Waters. Graham says: "I'm trying to present the best sound, the best lights, and the best groups available. If I was in it just for the money I'd never have presented the Airplane and Butterfield on the same bill. Ultimately I hope to turn the Fillmore Auditorium into a total theatre where I can present anyone with something valid to say. A promoter has to like what he puts on stage, but it must be marketable. I will never be connected with what is called a concert and should be a dance. It's a crime you can't look at and dance to the Beatles or the Stones anymore; your only connection is through a record. I'm proud of the Fillmore. I'm proud that we move, we swing, and that we wail." 
Toward this end, Graham is driven by what he describes as a "maniacal frenzy." In attempting to secure a permanent rock and roll scene at the Fillmore, his drive and passion have not won him any new friends. I think he believes he owns the whole scene, and this is wrong. He recently told the Family Dog they couldn't put on any more concerts at his auditorium. It was the Family Dog which began the concert-hall scene, originated the light shows, and has always been out front in the lead. They were the first people to bring Butterfield out here. They recently brought Love and the Sons of Adam up from L.A.
This weekend the Family Dog presents The Blues Project from New York with the Great Society. They will play at the Avalon Ballroom, Sutter and Van Ness in the city, a gassy Victorian style place with carpeted lobbies, drapes, gilt decor, mirrors, and some crazy sort of spring suspension dance floor. Also on April 22 & 23, Bill Graham presents the Grass Roots from L.A., the Quicksilver Messenger Service, and The Family Tree at the Fillmore.
Meanwhile, the Outline is presenting a "Trips 66" festival at the Longshoreman's Hall. Rock groups include The Grateful Dead, finally returning from L.A., The Loading Zone, and The Answer. The theme is supposed to be a Renaissance trip with appropriate decor and costumes, but the predictions by old hands from the original Trips Festival are not very good. Go at your own risk. [ . . . ]

(by Mr. Jones, from the "Something's Happening" column, Daily Californian, April 21, 1966)

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4/21/66
CAMPUS ENTERTAINMENT SCENE TEMPO RISES (excerpt - no Dead content)

[ . . . ]  Saturday night's dance at the Harmon was a beautiful scene, by far the best of the recent "Trips" dances. The music was great, with Jefferson Airplane and Paul Butterfield providing the sounds. The sound system, though turned up too high, was the best I've heard at any of these affairs. Having only two groups eliminated delays between sets and confusion with all that electronic gadgetry which collects when several groups must share the stage. 
To the usual wild lighting effects, Bill Graham added a strobe light. Rapidly flickering on and off, the strobe gave dancers in its beam a weird, old movie appearance which resembled a series of still photographs. [ . . . ] 

(by Martin Marks, from the Daily Californian, April 21, 1966)

BLUES FESTIVAL SPARKLES (excerpt - no Dead content) 

[ . . . ] On Saturday night, Bill Graham presented the Paul Butterfield band and the Jefferson Airplane in Harmon accompanied by Tony Martin's mind-bending light display. The Airplane's amps were excessively loud, so much so that it was difficult to discern harmonic paths and runs. Signe Anderson's version of "Me and My Chauffeur" (Memphis Minnie) was phrased like a popular jazz number, distinctly an idiomatique anomaly. After three sets the group sounded tired and somewhat trite, but their material is partly to blame, being mostly folkish and repetitive in chordal structure. 
The Butterfield band demonstrated tremendous ingenuity in a potporri of blues and rock arrangements. Butterfield is definitely leading the group to some fascinating eclecticism, mixing jazz and oriental flavors with the inherent power and drive of the amplified instruments. Look for this band to move into some shadings of modern improvisation heavy on foreign melodies and themes.
This weekend the Blues Project from New York will be appearing with the Great Society at Avalon Ballroom on Friday and Saturday nights. I hope they dream up more interesting music than their lp exhibits. The record was rather unsuccessful, a combination of awkward, weak blues imitation and some cute rock. [ . . . ]

(by Michael Chechik, from the Daily Californian, April 21, 1966)

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4/28/66
HERE THEY COME AGAIN (excerpt - no Dead content) 

Friday night Bill Graham's Fillmore dance was raided by the police, ostensibly to enforce a statute requiring kids under 18 to be accompanied by an adult. This incident should be fair warning to other San Francisco promoters that the local authorities are heading towards another tangent - against "bohemian" promoters. 
In Graham's case there may have been some ill feeling from a Chronicle cartoon and editorial chastising the police and civic administrators for trying to close the Fillmore. (April 21st issue; see Ralph Gleason's column in the April 25th edition also.) 
These periodic fits of morality are always saddening, the power structure clumsily stomping on another threat to teenagers' morals. Apparently someone up high fears brawls and drinking, these activities being the substantive reasons for our elders to have attended such functions. Times have changed slightly, these kids behave in a more orderly manner than a gang of legionnaires running wild at a downtown convention, and they certainly pose less of a threat than the out-of-control grownups. So what else is new? 

The Family Dog presented the Blues Project from New York along with the Great Society at the Avalon Ballroom last weekend. I can only compare the Project's talent and polish to that of the Butterfield band. Sounding like a huge calliope, the group performed some tightly balanced, melodically complete numbers ranging from blues to love songs with a couple of gospel numbers for a change of mood. 
A good measure of the band's fine show must be attributed to the two giant speakers adjoining the stage which all the instruments are piped through. The entire range of acoustic brilliance found in electric instruments is transmitted through this system, each note and phrase comes out clearly without fuzzing or distortion.
[ . . . ] 
The Family Dog offered a strange and energetic light show centered on the half-moon backdrop of curtains behind the stage. In renting the Avalon Ballroom, the Dog has moved slightly into the lead in the environmental settings department. Full of musty remembrances of the roaring twenties, carpeted with plush fireproof rugs, surrounded by graceful carved columns, and topped with some swooping light fixtures, the Avalon provides an eerie setting to dig the crass sounds of the sixties. 
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(by Michael Chechik, from the Daily Californian, April 28, 1966)

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4/29/66 
DICK ALPERT FOR PRESIDENT (excerpt)
 
[ . . . ] If you like to listen to music, Bill Graham presents the Jefferson Airplane, Lightning Hopkins, and the Jaywalkers tonight at the Fillmore Auditorium. Tomorrow night the same bill except the Quicksilver Messenger Service substitutes for the Airplane. I heard the Messenger Service last weekend and they have gotten much better. All their songs show that this group is looking for perfection and finding it. They had a particularly good "Mojo" number. 
One of the first 'cops vs. rock and roll' battles is being fought over Bill Graham, who was busted last weekend. In Berkeley last Saturday, the cops stopped a Scheer Benefit dance for lack of a permit. The cops had long discussions with the Scheer committee during the week, but told them about needing a permit less than an hour before the dance. Rock and Roll is something the police don't understand, and they're scared. It would be nice to see a good crowd at the Fillmore Auditorium this week, as a gesture of support for Bill Graham and/or rock and roll. 
Along the line of unfortunate events, the so-called "Trips 196?" show at the Longshoreman's Hall last weekend was an unelaborate hoax and a complete fraud. What happened there was completely unrelated to the previous trips festival, nothing in the least "trippy" happened, and the rock and roll was a major disappointment. There wasn't even a light show worth speaking of. In the crowd were aspiring hippies (people who have to be told where it's at, and then don't know they're being told a lie), aspiring teeners (who missed the usual Action USA scene), and aspiring Hell's Angels (the Gypsy Jokers). 
The Grateful Dead were there, back from L.A. with about $20,000 worth of new electronic equipment, including not a single piece of conventional Fender-like amplifiers. They have much new material, but I didn't stay to hear much of it. Jerry Garcia is still the best lead guitarist in the Bay Area rock scene, and Bill Croitsman is the best local drummer. They plan to remain in the Bay Area - they're getting a house in Marin county - until August. 
"The Acid Test," the recording that Kesey and the Pranksters made at Sound City a few months ago, is boring and uninteresting. I've listened only to the free promotional EP which supposedly has excerpts of the best parts on it. What a drag. First of all, the Acid Test doesn't seem to be the type of thing that can be recorded, and secondly, Kesey seemed to think that their session that day at Sound City was a bad trip anyway. 
The Airplane will have a new 45 release in two weeks. The two sides will be "Blues from an Airplane," and "Let Me In." Their previous release was a success in the Bay Area, but didn't make it elsewhere. Their album, already recorded and finished, won't be released until at least late May. The Dead released a single in L.A., but it didn't go anywhere and was ultimately recalled. 
[ . . . ]

(by Mr. Jones, from the "Something's Happening" column, Daily Californian, April 29, 1966)

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5/12/66
THE RETURN OF NOWHERE MAN (excerpt)

A rather disappointing rock and roll weekend, this last one, despite a dozen dances and concerts. At the Fillmore: The Airplane is always the Airplane, but after an initial showing of strength, The Jaywalkers are rather disappointing having only a good singer to their credit. At the Winterland Ice Arena (capacity 2500) The Mojo Men, The Vejtables, and The Hedds, drew less than 25 people each night. The Beaux Arts Ball in Berkeley was highly praised for its conception and atmosphere. The Quicksilver Messenger Service did their thing, but no one liked the Bethlehem Exit who tried to compensate for musical ability by the length of material. They are from Walnut Creek. 
At the Avalon Ballroom, the Daily Flash was an utter disappointment. They are competent vocalists, but that's it. No originality, no rhythm, no interest. They try, oh so hard, to be psychedelic... The three of them wear wigs. The Rising Sons, however, were very good and kept up a strong rhythm. The lead singer (named Taj Mahal) (really) has a nice fast voice, reminiscent of Jagger, and he maintained a happy and competent stage presence. They have good original material (signed with Columbia) and a strong on-stage rapport among themselves and with the audience. I'd like to hear them again.
For me, the highlight of the weekend was at Harmon Gym when the Grateful Dead performed "Midnight Hour." It is one of their best numbers, and the best version of that song I've heard any group do. They are supposed to be playing next Saturday night at the Veterans' Memorial Hall in Berkeley with the Final Solution, a group just breaking into the scene which has, barring possible setbacks, a very bright future. However, the Veterans, scared by these dances, are backing out of the rental agreement. 
Also next weekend: The New Generation from LA, The Charlatans, and the Jaywalkers at the Fillmore; The Sons of Adam and the Blues Project at the Avalon Ballroom (Sutter & Van Ness, SF). Tonight the Blues Project plays at Pauley Ballroom on the campus. 
Promoters are more and more often going out of town to get groups for their weekend dances. It's nice to see what's going on in other cities and be presented with the variety. Some of the non-local groups have been superb (Butterfield's Band), others mediocre (Love), and others embarrassingly bad (The Daily Flash). But on the whole, San Francisco groups are the best available anywhere, certainly better than Los Angeles, and most of the time more distinguished than current national stars. Here groups have developed their own distinct styles, doing their own material interestingly and in an original manner. San Francisco will be known as the Liverpool of the United States.

(by Mr. Jones, from the "Something's Happening" column, Daily Californian, May 12, 1966)

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10/5/66 
BREAD AND CIRCUSES (excerpt) 

"Whatever It Is" portion here: 

. . . The best thing in town was Bill Graham's show of Muddy Waters, Butterfield's Band, and the Airplane. In spite of commercial success Graham presents a show in excellent taste. That's positively un-American. Although the cops shut down the show early, Muddy's band and Butterfield's constantly outdid themselves. On their first night, the weekend before, ne plus ultra was ne plus ultra'ed all evening. 
This weekend it goes on again at the Fillmore, minus Muddy, but with the Dead added to Butterfield and the Airplane. More on all of them when it happens. This Saturday on Mt. Tamalpais, a peace benefit with the Dead and others. And at the Avalon the Family Dog has the non-electric Kweskin Jug Band.
Tomorrow a "Love-Pageant-Rally" will be held at 2 p.m. at Masonic and Oak, San Francisco. That's the day the LSD law comes into effect, and this is about that. We shall see... 

(by Jann Wenner, from the "Doin' the Thing" column, Daily Californian, October 5, 1966)

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10/7/66
'WHATEVER IT IS' - IT WASN'T A HAPPENING (excerpt)

"Whatever It Is" portion here: 

. . . Let us hope the SF State organizers will spend a few weekends at the Fillmore or Avalon where they can see a "happening" that really happens. 
Bill Graham is currently presenting the finest electric band in the country, Paul Butterfield's band from Chicago. For the past two weekends they have appeared with the Muddy Waters blues band (remember them?) and the Jefferson Airplane. Though fighting inherently bad acoustics in the cavernous auditorium (best referred to as the "Winter Palace"), Butterfield and company presented two sets of blues interspersed with jazz improvisation (Nat Adderley's "Work Song" for example) and a few rock numbers.
In the months since their last Fillmore appearance they have drifted much closer to jazz phrasing and arrangements, perhaps best heard in the improvised solos of lead guitarist Mike Bloomfield and organist Mark Naftalin. Butterfield's harp solos stretch the capabilities of the instrument to the extreme. Often sounding like a raucous sax, Butterfield pumps out punctuating rhythmic riffs or full wailing upper register screams that burn into your ears and rattle your brain. 
I missed the Sept. 30-Oct. 1st program which had been moved back to the Fillmore Auditorium after the "racially-oriented" disturbances scared some of us away. Hopefully the bill will remain there as the acoustics are vastly superior and the cozy brown alcoves somehow suit the music and audience better than empty, Lawrence Welkish Winterland.
The Waters band came on as stiffly show business, an image that can never really fit Muddy, the bluesman with his slashing slide guitar and down-home singing. He followed his regular format of roughly half contemporary rhythm and blues and half his now legendary sides for Aristocrat and Chess from the early 1950's. "Little" George Smith has replaced Jimmy Cotton on harmonica and Sammy Lawhorn has returned as lead guitar. 
I felt the Airplane was shucking like mad on both evenings - not playing to capacity, that is. Signe Anderson's torchy vocals sounded strained and superficial, Marty "Tell it to the people" Balin's singing came out a bit melodramatic during instrumental breaks, and Jorm Kaukonen's guitar work never achieved any momentum. I think the group has been over-exposed locally and might benefit from a change of audience and atmosphere.

(by Michael Chechik, from the Daily Californian, October 7, 1966)

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10/12/66
TURN ON GRANDMA

A year ago this weekend the first dance-concert of the current style was presented by the original Family Dog: the Great Society, the Jefferson Airplane, the Charlatans, and the Marbles. It was m.c.'d by Ross The Moose Syracuse. The next weekend the Lovin' Spoonful was presented at a "Tribute to Sparkle Plenty." (You remember old Sparkle Plenty, don't ya...?)
Ken Kesey is back, and promises climax on Halloween. He says he'll be there, palm fronds courtesy of the Merry Pranksters, protection courtesy of the Hells Angels, and revelry care of the Grateful Dead. This final Acid Test is going to be a "put up or shut up" to J. Edgar and the Narcotics Squad. (Good name for a group.) 
So they've been circulating mug shots of Kesey all around the Bay, 'cause if they don't get him now, they'll never get anyone. [ . . . . ] 
Another name in the news is Augustus Owsley Stanley. He hasn't dropped out of sight but is very much in town. The "growing army of acid heads" didn't applaud him this weekend, if they ever did. That part of the Chronicle expose was probably an anonymous tip from Owsley himself. But he sure made great acid... 

San Francisco's two top bands were on display last weekend. The Airplane, distinguished by professional perfomers and top quality original material by Marty Balin, has increased its kilowatts with a new drummer. Next week Signe Anderson will be replaced by Grace Slick, ex of the Great Society. Grace is a competent organist and that instrument would make a nice addition.
The Grateful Dead took two encores Saturday night. They put a group like the Blues Project to shame. (If Danny Kalb wouldn't sing and that group re-formed as "Al Kooper's Band," then it would be of comparable quality.) The Dead are currently negotiating a very liberal recording contract with Warner Brothers. They figure on signing this week with assurances of creative freedom, money, and an excellent publicity program. They'll be Warner Brothers' only rock group. 
Big Brother and the Holding Company were at the Avalon. They're just not interesting, in any way. The Jim Kweskin Jug Band was cute, as far as jug bands go. Back at the Fillmore, Paul Butterfield's traveling zoo wailed as if tomorrow wasn't coming. Every time they get on stage you know you're going to hear something new. Even their old structured numbers ("Born in Chicago," "Mystery Train") are different and original each time, in fact they're practically new songs. This band violates the Federal Incredibility Statute. 

Saving the best for last, the Mama's and the Papa's were at the Civic Auditorium. It was presented in a teenage concert format by KFRC with The Association the preceding act. Despite "Cherish," The Association is a high school band. The Mama's and the Papa's were excellent: Denny with a Lennonesque German accent ridiculing the security guards at the stage; John with a story of Americans in Europe never leaving their hotels. 
Momma Cass was SUPER-SUPERB. Her beautiful voice comes from the depths. She dances in her boots when she sings and when she wasn't singing she was giving the teenagers lectures on middle class morality. They did their famous numbers, and closed the set with a rocking, swinging "Dancing in the Streets." You wanted to be at the Fillmore and by rights this show should have been. They are the top new group of 1966. They gotta come back.

(by Jann Wenner, "Doin' the Thing" column, Daily Californian, October 12, 1966)

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10/26/66 - excerpt from Wenner's column: 
"What's happening are Pigpen tee-shirts, which come in three assorted, various, sublime, colorful colors. If you don't have a friend in the group who could have given you one free, they're available for $2.50 from the Grateful Dead Fan Club, P.O. Box 31201 San Francisco... 
Ken K. Kesey, who wrote two excellent books, is somewhere around. That's his bag and although I would rather listen to the Grateful Dead, I'm supposed to know what Kesey is up to. . . . Who cares? People who want to be hip."

11/2/66 - Wenner column tidbit: 
"Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead is AIRing the Jefferson Airplane's new album this week in Los Angeles."

(On the same page, an editorial asks readers to "Vote for Brown" instead of Reagan in this week's election for governor of California. "To say that 'the lesser of two evils is still evil' may be a fine moral position to take, but it fails to take cognizance of the fact that the greater of two evils is in this case very evil indeed.")

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11/16/66
QUEEN HAROLD'S TROUSERS (excerpt - no Dead content)

The Jefferson Airplane is around and about with new female vocalist Grace Slick. She has brought in some new material and her voice, while not as mellowly pleasing as Signe's, is more dramatic. She seems to enjoy working with Marty Balin. The best of their new numbers is a cute, lonesome-sounding song, "My Best Friend." It will be released as a single with several others before another album. Their new LP has already been recorded, reportedly with somewhat of a Mama's and Papa's style. Although the Airplane is one of my favorite groups, their style and material have not really changed or developed substantially since they first began. 
Moby Grape, a six-weeks old unit from Sausalito among other places, is a lot of fun. Skip Spence, the Airplane's old drummer, and Peter Lewis, Loretta Young's son, write most of their material. They are good entertainers, but have not made the best use so far of their full five-voice potential. Their manager is also an ex of the Airplane, Matthew Katz. He says, "Tell 'em that Moby Grape loves you more." 
The Thirteenth Floor Elevator, from Texas, are a group without much musical merit, except they are great to hear and dance to. Melodies and lyrics are without flair, but they have a real hard-rock smash sound. I could do without the screaming of singer Rocky Ericson, but I suppose it's part of his own exuberant stance, and that is really what makes this group fun.
[ . . . ] 
Notes for acid-eaters: Ken Kesey and the boys and the girls have split for Santa Cruz where they take up residence in retreat. Little Acid Annie and Wonder-Dog Cap have stayed behind and it looks like she's left Ken forever... [ . . . ] 
In the rock and roll future, Bill Graham is throwing a 9 p.m. to 9 a.m. dance, concert, breakfast, orgy, around-the-clock spectacular with the Airplane, the Dead, and Quicksilver on New Year's Eve. That's if you're the type who doesn't drink.

(by Jann Wenner, from the "Doin' the Thing" column, Daily Californian, November 16, 1966)

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11/30/66
THE GREATEST SO FAR 

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12/9/66 
S.F. ACID-ROCK: WHERE TO GO FROM HERE? (excerpt - no Dead content)

After a year's development, San Francisco's acid-rock dances are settling in. What was once an amateur project for a few friends has become big business. The question is, "Where do we go from here?" Are these dances to become another function of the city's tourist trade, like North Beach, or will they remain essentially underground with primarily hippy audiences? 
The answer to this question will come from the men who determine the city's range of musical experiences - the promoters. 
Bill Graham (Fillmore Auditorium) and Chet Helms (Avalon Ballroom) appear to be heading in different directions as reflected in their recent bookings. 
Both halls have greatly broadened the range of entertainment in the area, and nearly every national news media has featured stories on the Bay Area rock scene. 
Graham has presented a wide range of performers: saxophonist Charles Lloyd, a truly electric band - the Yardbirds, and flamenco guitarist Manitas de Platas. In comparison, Helms has restricted his bills to rock bands, most of them from San Francisco or Los Angeles.
Graham has been criticized for deviating from the hippie concept of a dance: As hippies originated the first dances a year ago, they've come to think of the Fillmore and Avalon as their special domain. Now big-time show business types are filtering in - record company reps, fan magazines, and pushy agents. 

The infiltration of the glittering shills was quite apparent a few weeks back when I attended a late night jam at the Gay 90's in North Beach. Three local bands and some hundred dance-goers (camp followers?) filled the posh club. Everyone was trying to look right at home. 
Like plastic caricatures of slap-em-on-the-back Sunset Strip night clubbers, young hippies scurried from table to table whispering the latest show business gossip. 
One chickie in a smartly tailored pants-suit next to me said, "They've been offered a contract with MGM but they're holding out for Columbia." And a wispy young man talking in hushed, staccato phrases said, "There's supposed to be a friend of Phil Spector's up here scouting for new groups." 
Suddenly, underground fun has turned into super-serious business. New groups spend more time manicuring their images and planning trips to England than they do arranging songs. 
Now everyone knows Bob Dylan's bass player. The chick next door put up Mick Jagger's third cousin and your roommate turned on a girlfiend of the Mothers' ex-drummer. 
Absurdity breeds further madness: twenty-year-old hippies whose musical experience began with the Stones' second album are making learned musical criticism. 
So and so plays better guitar than Mike Bloomfield and Howlin' Wolf learned to sing from a Captain Beefheart record. Sure, baby. . . . 
Bay Area rock and roll can claim one worthy service: Kids who normally would listen to the Beau Brummels are now digging Ravi Shankar, or are they? 
If one hears Indian music (or Bach or Coltrane or Butterfield) he doesn't necessarily understand the music's structure. . . . 
After a few guitar players discovered some "Eastern-sounding" runs, every hippy in town started dropping knowledgeable terms: raga, tabla, sarod. When local groups trotted out their blues repertory, hippies mentioned Muddy Waters and Howlin' Wolf. 

If the rock scene has turned a few people onto fine music, it has produced precious little outstanding music itself - certainly not as much as most of Haight-Ashbury would have you believe. 
There are admittedly some pretty imaginative musicians around: Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead, bassist Jack Cassidy of the Airplane, and Barry Melton of Country Joe and the Fish are prime examples. 
But acid-rock cannot claim much more than a fast start for itself. Ninety percent of the musicians working in the acid-rock groups are still in their musical infancy. It takes time to have five or six musicians meld their styles and start to work as a unit, and this scene is only a year old. 
In the same vein, I wonder about the sanity of hippies who feel only electric rock is the road to true musical innovation. Musical styles do not exist in a vacuum. Muddy Waters follows a line of delta blues singers, jazzmen have their antecedents in the swing music of the '40s and dixieland of the twenties. And to take this analogy to its obvious end: Ali Akbar Khan did not spontaneously master the Indian culture's complex music, he listened to the sages of his country who, in turn, had learned from their predecessors. 
Every musical style and fad had its roots in related fields, and it's ridiculous to think of electric rock as a means of expression free of influence from earlier eras.
[ . . . ]  (digression on why rock groups don't use horns like R&B bands do) 
A few local groups think their music is pretty important, and in terms of their personal development I can't disagree. But in an overall survey of all pop musicians, they rank rather near the bottom. In jazz or pop music, few artists attain prominence without many years work shuffling from one orchestra or band to another. . . . Placing acid-rock in the spectrum of all music, its innovations are comparatively minor. 

Why has such a furor been made over San Francisco rock and roll? First, the performers onstage have droves of friends and these friends love being part of the glamor and attention of public performances. Where there isn't something happening, the hippies are creating an artificial sense of activity - more in their own heads than anywhere else. 
Second, in a very real sense, the Fillmore and Avalon are the coffeehouses of hippiedom. Many of the musician-freaks playing the two halls are refugees from defunct coffee houses. What was called "folk music" in the early '60s was an expression of a generation's attitudes towards adult society. . . . 
The standards of the coffee house boom have carried over to the present dances. Performers were rarely criticized for a lack of innovation then and they aren't now. Coffee houses grew, in part, out of a desire on the part of folkies to protest the inanities of the middle class. As such, no one wanted to bring down their friends by saying their singing was off-key. It was a time of fun and escape from the middle class, and this feeling was a basic component of the first rock bashes. 
Third, every record label is desperately ensnaring local groups with contracts - few of which offer young groups anything but their name on a record label. In the past, if a musician was offered a recording contract, it signaled his ascension into the big-time. Now it means the companies don't want to be caught short of a ready supply of new faces if demand merits some new releases. Rock and roll is a profitable business, you know. 
Fourth, no other city has found itself with two such unusual dance halls complete with light shows and poster art. Both the establishment and the hippies recognize the uniqueness of this phenomenon and they're damn well going to crow about it. 

No matter what the musical low points to the dances, they will continue to prosper for the moment, but a few changes could be made which would help the scene retain its vitality. 
Besides horns and organs, someone should follow the lead of the Beach Boys and begin experimenting with such instruments as the theramin. 
So far the audiences at both dance halls have been predominantly white. Graham helped overcome this with Martha and the Vandellas, and Otis Redding will appear soon. 
But all the experimentation and integration in the world won't hold the scene together without an increase in the quality of the sounds. Right now such an increase does not seem very likely.

(by Michael Chechik, from the Daily Californian, December 9, 1966)


Thanks to Dave Davis. 

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September 30-October 2, 1966: Whatever It Is, San Francisco State College

9/26/66  
'WHATEVER IT IS' MIGHT EVEN HAPPEN

"Whatever It Is," a 48-hour happening scheduled by the AS for Friday is apparently taking shape, with its organizers - whoever they are - hard at work to ensure its successful production, wherever it is. 
Activities coordinator Bob Flynn described the event as "an attempt to transcend all of the factions on campus in order to involve the entire campus in a mutual experience." 
AS president Jim Nixon, a member of the "Whatever It Is" steering committee, said that plans are firming up, with "final decisions being made as to the location of the various events." 
The event's purpose, according to Nixon, will be to "expose the students to the variety of experiences available to them at SF State, as well as to expose the community at large to what's happening with today's student." 
The happening begins with a "Sunshine Grass Dance" at 3 p.m. Friday on the Women's Polo Field. 
The emphasis, according to Flynn, will be on individual participation in the events rather than on "a classic audience-performer relationship." 
Activities reportedly will include a 48-hour dance in the women's gym, a light show, a sculpture yard, and experimental films. 
It was also reported that individual performers and groups are scheduled, including Mimi Farina, The Grateful Dead, and The Only Alternative and His Other Possibilities. 
The event will apparently be staged over a major portion of the campus, although exact locations for the event are still being negotiated with the Administration. 
Admission will be $1 for SF State students and $2 for non-students with city-wide publicity being planned.

(by Larry Maatz, from the Daily Gater, September 26, 1966)

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9/29/66 
A PSYCHEDELIC FAIR

He was dressed in a white jump suit, black hat, and had three eyes. 
His mission on campus yesterday was to promote a "Whatever It Is" at San Francisco State College tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday. 
The "Whatever It Is" is a three day activity beginning tomorrow at San Francisco State, sponsored jointly by the Associated Students and SF State's Experimental College. 
Entertainment will include Mimi Farina and the Only Alternative, the Wildflower, the Anonymous Artists of America, and the Grateful Dead - all rock and roll groups. 
Other attractions will be Bernie Gunther of the Essalen Institute who does "Sensory awareness things," light shows by Bob Beck and Bill Ham, movies and other entertainments. 
Eight musical sculptures (you play on them and they make noises) by Ron Boise will also be available to play with. The sculptures are the last works of the late Boise, who achieved local prominence through his "Kama Sutra" sculptures. 
"Whatever It Is" will also offer an event called "multifood," probably in the coffee shop. There will also be a flea market. Visitors are invited to bring things to sell. 
No exact time plan of events is being made, but it is expected that the peak hours will be from 9 p.m. to midnight Friday and Saturday nights. 
The purpose of the "opening" (as opposed to "happening") "has as its entire purpose, learning - an investigation of what happens when all the energies and facilities of a college - students, buildings, time, technical capabilities, space, college faculty expertise - are brought together," according to SF State Student Body President Jim Nixon. 
Admission for the weekend is $2 per person at the door.


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9/30/66  
WHATEVER IT IS, IT'S HERE
NON-PROGRAM FOR 48 HOURS 

"Whatever It Is," the much planned, unplanned happening sponsored by the Experimental College and the Associated Students, will officially begin to happen at 3 p.m. today. 
Spectator-participants will enter through a large archway on the Commons, pay their $2 ($1 for SF State students), have "Enter" stamped on their foreheads - and Happen. 
They will then be free to construct their own program (or non-program) for happening over the next 48 hours from the many activities scattered over the campus. 
Among the available choices will be the Grateful Dead, the Only Alternative and His Other Possibilities with Mimi Farina, the Final Solution, the San Andreas Fault Finders, and a Rock Workshop led by Jack Fronk. 
Sensory Awareness Exercises are planned under the direction of Bernard Gunther, coordinated with dancer Chloe Scott. 
A high point of the event will reportedly be a light show, directed by Bill Ham, and projected on art instructor Jim Baldwin's Tensed Membrane in the women's gym. 
Participating groups include The San Francisco Mime Troupe, the Congress of Wonders, the Committee, the Ann Halprin Dancer's Workshop Annex, and the Straight Theatre. 
Games in the sculpture garden will be conducted by Assistant Professor Mel Henderson, and Sound Sculpture will be presented by Ron Boise. 
Light shows in the swimming pool and a Flea Market are also planned. 
General schedule for the happening is for Friday's activities to be a rehearsal with Saturday [line missing] Farther" 
Sunday will be devoted to "Farther, Clearer - Bringing It In - Cleanup," according to the organizers. 
For those participants suffering an overdose of WII, a non-habit forming reality producing drug will be dispensed at various points on the campus.

(by Larry Maatz, from the Daily Gater, September 30, 1966)

(The issue also has an accompanying article, "Guiding Lights Explain Aims," with vague comments from organizers Jim Nixon & Stewart Brand that don't explain much. 
Jim Nixon: "It would be a mistake to assume that an event like this will be of interest to a majority of the student body. But you must remember that interesting things are always put on by an interested minority." 
Stewart Brand: "We are providing a collection of creative materials that are very rare in an atmosphere very unlike most atmospheres."
A page 2 editorial, "'Whatever it is' will be, will be..." fears that the event could be a financial disaster: little planning, not enough off-campus publicity, too big a budget, and a threat to future campus events. 
"The planning, which snatched up $7800 of the $21,000 Activities budget for the year, has been, at best, questionable... Publicity spending - $250 for a professional PR firm - has resulted in no more newspaper space or broadcast time than the college's own public information department could have procured.
"A press release announces expected attendance of up to 8000. With tickets at $1 for SF State students and $2 for others, a profit may be expected only if many participants are from off campus. 
"There has been no explanation of how a 48-hour dance was allowed through the administration, which last year spent untold hours wagging cautioning fingers at groups wanting to sponsor 4-hour open dances... 
"A group spending nearly $8000 - more than all the income from five traditional Activities events last year - on a three-day festival, is taking quite a risk.")

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10/3/66 
GRASS DANCERS GET WET 

There was a lot of sunshine and a lot of grass but very little dancing as the Sunshine Grass Dance began Whatever It Is, SF State's weekend happening, on the Women's Polo Field Thursday. 
The Wildflower and the Demon Five, two rock bands, provided the music along with a strolling bagpipe player complete in Scottish regalia. 
Most of the audience, which numbered as high as 300, just lay on the grass and were accosted by the hot sun. However, about 20 quick-thinking grassdancers cavorted around the sprinkling system at the far end of the field. 
As the music rocked on, many male members of the gathering peeled off their shirts while girls soaked by the sprinklers danced around the audience with or without partners. 
To provide the traditional psychedelic atmosphere, three whatever-they-were sculptures were placed on the grass and a light show was provided by a naked light bulb glowing behind the impromptu stage. 
The program was delayed about a half hour due to difficulties with an elaborate sound system. During the wait the microphones were shrouded in off-white sweat socks and entertainment was provided solely by the sprinkler system. 
As the difficulty was corrected the leader of the Wildflower, adorned in a hat covered with gigantic paper flowers, welcomed the audience to "distortion land." 
As the distortion began, students supplied the crowd with a large number of balloons branded "Whatever It Is - SF State College," some of which were carried faithfully into classrooms by the grassdancers. 
Although "Whatever It Is" didn't officially begin until Friday night, a band called the Universal Parking Lot unloaded sounds in the Sculpture Yard at 3 p.m. Friday. 

(by Dave Richmond, from the Daily Gater, October 3, 1966)

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10/4/66 
'WHATEVER IT IS' TRIUMPHS

The college may never see the likes of it again - but the chances are better that it will. 
"Whatever It Is," the weekend-long happening put on by the Experimental College and the Activities Office, littered the campus with archways, "sound sculptures," scaffolding, and fugitive author Ken Kesey's florescent bus. 
In addition, the events organizers had opened its dances, art shows, light shows, and "sensory-awareness" exercise sessions to the general public, and security officers shook in the motorcycle saddles. 
But things turned out all right, according to committee member Jim Nixon, AS President, who labeled "Whatever" as the "most impressive" AS event ever as well as the "best entertainment bargain" ever offered students. 
For the admission price of $1 ($2 for general admission), participants were rubber-stamped and allowed to wander all over campus, where "happenings" took place in the Main Gym, the Women's Gym, International Room, Gallery Lounge, Speaker's Platform, and Sculpture Yard.
At last count Nixon said "between six and 8,000" persons attended, pushing income close to the subsidized $7,800 from the Activities Budget. 
The $8,099.41 taken in, with addition revenue due from vendors' commissions, made "Whatever It Is" the first AS Activities event that came close to even, according to Nixon. 
At a finance committee meeting Monday afternoon the loss was estimated at $1,056.67, compared to $4,000 deficits that have been tagged to other activities. 
Security for what turned out to be 30 hours was no problem, Nixon said, with four walkie-talkies linking a total of 150 volunteer watchdogs. 
Other than a stolen ladder and two microphones and a rubber stamp, "Whatever It Is" suffered little. 
The advertised marathon began at 3 p.m. Friday, with action beginning in the Commons at 8 p.m. The dance there lasted until 3:30 a.m. Saturday morning and resumed at noon. It then continued through 6 a.m. Sunday, when "Whatever" finally began packing and cleaning up, with the help of 30 hardcore happeners.


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10/5/66
WHATEVER IT WAS...IT WAS

The "Whatever It Is" dance and light show held last weekend here transcended its chaotic planning and utter disorganization to become probably the most successful event ever staged by the Associated Students. 
As a commercial venture, it garnered a $8,000 return for a $9,500 outlay, easily qualifying it as by far the most profitable undertaking ever connected with the AS here. 
But it was more than just an attempt to capitalize on the hippie subculture thriving at SF State. 
By commercializing what the "Whatever" promoters described as a "spontaneous happening," the AS offered to the entire campus an opportunity to observe and participate in an example of the style that is approaching the very ramparts of mass America. 
And, of course, it was more than just a dance and light show, with its hyperactive musicians tossing their manes and abusing electrified instruments while bathed in pulsating, multicolored, swirling palettes of light, the rhythm so pronounced that the spectator's body and teeth vibrate as if he were operating a jackhammer. 
There was more. 
In the main gym a seminar was being offered in Sensory Awakening; kids huddling together in the center of the room with their eyes closed while a caller gave such instructions as: 
"Hold your partner's hand and try to discover what he's really like," or 
"Mold your partner's face with your fingers and then see if his face has changed."
In the Gallery Lounge, more musicians plied their trade amid an electric exhibit from the New York Museum of Modern Art. 

Despite the final success of the happening, it appeared for awhile that "Whatever It Is" trembled on the brink of calamity. 
It was a risky operation all around, not only fiscally, but in terms of the many possible disasters tempted by an event that encouraged "spontaneity." 
Instead, there was not one incident of violence or disorder, except for a few drunken fraternity men misbehaving themselves unimaginatively. 
Even the presence of the fabled Hell's Angels Saturday night didn't stir a hair on the heads of the "Whatever" staff because, according to planner Dick Rosenblatt, "the word was out in the underground" to leave SF State alone. 
The Hell's Angels, casual dressers anyway, said they felt at ease among the throng of hippies that crowded the campus over the weekend. 
Pete Page, who identified himself at the president of the Daly City chapter of the Angels, said he liked the SF State students he saw Saturday night because "they looked like they were on trips all the time." 

Another well-known visitor to SF State Saturday night was Ken Kesey, author of the best seller describing life in a mental institution, "One Flew Over the Cuckoo Nest." 
Incognito as hell, Kesey reportedly did a tape for FM station KPFA while on campus. 
Kesey is being sought by police on charges of possession of marijuana after he jumped bail and escaped to Mexico. 
One rumor being bruited about by very coy student inside dopesters was that the Hell's Angels were on campus to protect fugitive Kesey from arrest. 
Not only was Kesey present, but his psychedelically painted bus was parked in front of the Commons, inside of which members of the Greatful Dead endangered their flowing locks, and hence their musical careers, by huddling around a burning taper. 
Next to Kesey's bus a huge searchlight, such as the ones used in supermarket openings, contributed to the carny spirit by beaming a shaft of light into the foggy night. 
It was moot whether this example of the moth theory of crowd attracting had effect, but it did manage to captivate a gaggle of reclining students whose bloodstreams were undoubtedly charged with all sorts of spectacular chemicals. 

Back on the dance floor in the Commons, more of the hippie elite were arriving. Jefferson Poland, head of the Sexual Freedom League, for instance, came in a very chic silk mini-skirt. 
The only people at the happening who seemed like they were miserable were the promoters. 
Although the Whatever budget provided for an elaborate walkie-talkie communications system, the AS officials using it at times were harried and distraught. 
The top Whatever officials were distinguished from rank and file happeners by gold cords worn either around the arm or head. 
Looking elfin in his gold headband and walkie-talkie antenna, "Whatever" Security Chief Mike Vozick ranged the campus reporting on possible spots to his boss, AS president Jim Nixon, in Communications Central. 
There were also about 400 "AIDS," the lower echelon Whatever staffers, who wore badges of identity permitting them to happen any place on campus without fee.

The startling thing about Whatever It Was is that over 5000 volatile students plunged into a weekend of somewhat nightmarish activity without serious damage to themselves or the campus. 
After all, this is the college at which dances last semester had to be banned because of fighting and vandalism. 
Happening and tasting, apparently, are now more in vogue among a good segment of SF State students than fighting and drinking.

(by Phil Garlington, from the Daily Gater, October 5, 1966)

(The issue also includes two pages of photos: "5000 'entered' for three days of 'whatever'") 

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UPON RE-ENTRY FROM WHATEVER... 

Aftermathematics (or reflections on whatever it was): No matter what else may be said about them, the planners of the 3-day soiree couldn't have timed it better. With the "disturbed conditions," as the downtown papers chose to tag 'em, around Fillmore, weekend tripsters stayed away from the usual concert halls in droves... Even with Muddy Waters, the Airplane, and the Butterfield Blues Band, forinstance, the Fillmore Aud. Fri. night drew an awe-time low - 400... Meanwhile, among the concrete Nabisco boxes at 19th & Holloway, things (and people) were happening. 

Like any good newspaper, variety show, or brothel, "Whatever It Is" had something for everybody. Some of the people at the Friday dance in the Commons looked like they were dragged over from the 2nd floor of the Library - out of the microfilm room. Others seemed fully satisfied locked among the machines in the Redroom Rm. Those known as "hippies" had a field day-night-day-night-morning, some dancing, some listening, (acid rock, jazz, poetry, and walkie-talkies were the main attractions), and some going goggle-eyed at Bill Hamm's light show in the Women's Gym under a not-so-tense membrane. Rumors - compounded by his neon-like, 5-bunk bus parked in front of the Commons - had it that Ken Kesey was alive and happening. And then there was that single coed, among the stretched out bodies facing the light show screens, who checked out the action - in her wheelchair. 
Try as we may, we can't forget the SF Stater back in the Commons-turned-psychedelicatessen who danced up a storm (of protest and stares), although her antics make journalistic justice a task. Looking much like the stereotype of a plain-Jane (such as you see in "Gidget"), with short kinky blonde hair, thick glasses, pale complexion, frail body - she was either crazy or on a too-good trip. When the Greatful Dead's song was slow, she resembled a burglar prancing on tiptoes around a house, a belly dancer with an upset stomach, and a limbo dancer whose pole was everything around her. Even a coed tight in the clinches of her partner broke away to stare, once she saw Jane... 
Then the music accelerated and the anonymous coed went crazy. Now she resembled just one thing: a trackster warming up for a broad jump, taking the first steps, then coming to a halt just before leaping. Lord knows what would've happened if she decided to go for distance... 
Outside, schoolkids wandered around and inside "sound sculptures"; an audience surrounded the Platform to hear an impromptu quartet of congas and bongos (who performed 15 hours), and the steering committee was hard at work, with fancy walkie-talkies, barking important commands to ensure keeping of the peace - even when nothing was going on. Chaplinesque chief of Experimental Policing was Mike Vozick who, forehead secured by a symbolic gold band, kept abreast of things from action central, Hut C. Checking with all points for "crises," he finally heard of one in the Gallery Lounge. "Vozick to John, Vozick to John," he cried. "Yes?" "There's a crisis in the Lounge." "Oh? What is it?" Vozick: "I don't know, but whatever it is - take care of it"... 
And Saturday, despite the Commitee, Mime Troupe, an innovative San Andreas Fault Finders performance, and swimming (more prude than nude), things were quiet. It was too early for light-showing or dancing, so the 100 in the Commons watched four tots frugging 3 feet from the speakers. A Woody Allen-type read poetry in the Lounge, and a security officer outside the Commons grumbled to a colleague, "Okay, but I'll have to call my wife first, probably." Action returned that night, with Bernie Gunther's "sensory awareness" tricks keeping the Gym packed. I strode by in time to catch the preliminaries, which had the masses tapping their own heads, reminding of one of our sessions in Broadcast Communications last yr. Only difference was we didn't have "Whatever It Is" balloons tied to our fingers and bounding up and down with the tempo... 

Outside, a man stood on an island waiting for a trolley car - with a Confederate flag at his side. And, too, there was the rugged-looking blonde at 19th & Holloway drunkedly decrying the "punks in school." And yet, it seems that they were symbolic of the turmoil in the outside world, while "the punks" showed how sober and how tolerant, as well as happy, they could be.
Alexander Pope said it all, in 1733, when he wrote: "All discord, harmony not understood / All partial evil, universal good / And spite of pride, in erring reasons spite / One truth is clear - whatever is, is right."

(by Ben Fong-Torres, from the Daily Gater, October 5, 1966) 

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WHAT MATTERED ABOUT 'WHATEVER' (editorial

It doesn't matter that a microphone, along with other less expensive things, were stolen. 
It doesn't concern us that many of the 6000 persons at "Whatever It Is" were straights and never really fitted into the climate of "sensory awareness," "environmental gadgetry," and "energy focuses" set up for the almost-three-day event. 
And it doesn't annoy us, on reflection, that many of the most involved people planning and participating in "Whatever" were overreaching, searching for an emotion or atmosphere they will never be comfortable with. 
For the basic product of the unique project was total success, for which its organizers deserve congratulations. 

The final tallies are in: Security problems were negligible; all contracted performers - and then some - performed; and, most important in terms of future activities on campus, cash registers rang often enough to mark this event as the first one sanctioned by the Activities Office that didn't saddle it, in the end, with huge losses. 
In an editorial Friday, we questioned the planning of this venturous marathon, striking a sour note of pessimism while wishing its instigators good luck. 
Their response - with 4/4 beats of free-wheeling optimism and grass-roots pluck to front whatever luck was available - was gratifyingly satisfactory. 
We only wish that more than 6000 showed up and that publicity, before and after, could have been fuller. The world at large deserves - and some of it needs - to realize what's going on here. 

(from the Daily Gater, October 5, 1966)

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10/5/66 
BREAD AND CIRCUSES (excerpt)

Quite a weekend, weekend-wise. October, the month of Libras and Scorpios, is ushered in by kids doing their thing in Hunter's Point, et cetera. An amazing number of fires started last week in San Francisco. The full moon, and You Know Who is (supposed to be and probably is) back in town. 
You Know Who gave a two-hour "acid test" at San Francisco State from 4 to 6 a.m. Sunday. The cops showed but he didn't show for them. The bus has a new paint job. But that's all. The Merry Pranksters are back, too, seems they have nothing else to do. "Whatever It Is" at State was excellent, although hardly a "trip." There should continue to be things like this, a whole campus where people can swim, dance, freak on the lawns, and listen to rock and roll. Light shows, planning, and execution of this one were excellent. 
These things shouldn't be 'coming with a date' affairs. Creates too much hassle about meeting at the car. Come single and find someone. Dick Alpert says Kesey's Acid Test and so-called 'trips festivals' are "the most trivial aspects of LSD." D'accord. Further, why does it have to have any connection at all with LSD?
The dancing is nice; the music certainly is a gas. The Grateful Dead were marvelous. Jerry Garcia pulls some excellent runs out of his guitar when he stops playing around. The San Andreas Fault Finders don't seem to be anything special. The Wildflower hasn't changed much, which is too bad. A new and stronger drummer, but little else. Their "original material" is imitative and undistinguished, and their talent is insufficient to make other material either new, interesting, or well done. 
These weekend festivals always have their highpoints. Unfortunately there is never enough to completely fill them up, and they must turn to the mediocre. This weekend the worst of the mediocre was Mimi Farina with "The Only Possibility and His Other Alternatives." You can spot a bad rock band by their reliance on pleasing but out of place Spanish rhythms. This group has nothing and Mimi Farina. You want to say something nice about her, after all....but she is bad, and worse when compared with Nancy Sinatra. 
[ . . . ]

(by Jann Wenner, from the "Doin' the Thing" column, Daily Californian, October 5, 1966)

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10/7/66
'WHATEVER IT IS' - IT WASN'T A HAPPENING (excerpt)

San Francisco State's "Whatever It Is," presented at that campus last weekend, seems best represented by the officious little men, the self-selected organizers, seen scurrying here and there in the dank halls. Through some gross oversight they were equipped with crackling walkie-talkies which they found copious opportunity to use for no discernible purpose. It seemed they were trying to contact their similarly equipped fellows, but like the "happening" and its potential recipients, they were never able to communicate. 
Visitors often searched in vain for directions to exhibits - and when they finally came upon a cluster of people it would turn out to be a queue for a bathroom. 
A main attraction would seem to have been the Grateful Dead, the Only Alternative (with Mimi Farina), and a three-side light show, all crammed into one perspiring room. A stage had been erected in the approximate center with some rectangular screens set at various angles around the stage for the light display. Unfortunately this division of the stage area also interrupted the flow of sound from the band's amps as well as effectively blocking some musicians from the audience's view. The sound system was one step removed from a wind-up victrola. 
Jerry Garcia, the Dead's lead guitarist, took the group through some rambunctious rock numbers, and his solos often rivaled the masterful Mike Bloomfield of the Paul Butterfield band. Mimi Farina's petite voice also fell victim to the hopeless sound system, but the audience enjoyed their "soft-sell" folk rock. 
About 30 depressing hallways away the Wildflower held forth with their traditionally banal lyrics, trite arrangements, and amateurish vocals. Luckily the group generates a certain amount of inter-person excitement during a set, but the onlookers weren't overly moved by the whole presentation. 
Let us hope the SF State organizers will spend a few weekends at the Fillmore or Avalon where they can see a "happening" that really happens.
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(by Michael Chechik, from the Daily Californian, October 7, 1966)

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10/7/66
HUNTED 'PSYCHEDELIC' NOVELIST PERFORMS 'ACID TEST' HERE

When fugitive author Ken Kesey was on campus last weekend for "Whatever It Is," he didn't relegate himself to hiding from narcotics agents, various sources have revealed.
Besides decorating the campus by parking his psychedelicately-painted bus in front of the Commons, as reported Wednesday in the Gater, he performed his Acid Test in the studios of campus station KRTG, according to program director Steve Newman. 
With the Greatful Dead backing him, the well-known and well-hunted (for possession of marijuana) author read his previously-recorded poetry for more than an hour from Studio B in the CA building. 
His lyrical performance was aired to listeners in the Commons, the Redwood Room, outdoor speakers, and KRTG's regular audience in the dormitories. 
Kesey, who fled the US to Mexico last January, also reportedly spoke briefly to a crowd before returning to safer grounds, behind a cordon of Hell's Angels who bodyguarded his visit to SF State. 
And if the planners of "Whatever It Is" think their three-day happening was big, Kesey has a surprise in store (providing the police don't surprise him first). 
He's planning, he said, a "graduation ceremony" for users of psychedelic drugs late this month, with 7500 tripsters expected to celebrate - and, incidentally, to help hide Kesey.




See also: 
https://diva.sfsu.edu/collections/sfbatv/bundles/209388 (news video from 9/30 afternoon grass dance with the band Daemon Lover)
The Deadhead's Taping Compendium, pp.101-110: 10/2/66 (by Nick Meriwether)

Jan 31, 2024

November 23, 1966: Thanksgiving Party, Fillmore Auditorium

THE GREATEST SO FAR

It's every few months you read here about the "best rock and roll concert ever," pardon my enthusiasm. Either I'm without critical discrimination, or else the shows keep getting better. We'll all hope it's the latter. 
The latest greatest was a Thanksgiving Eve "Thank You" thrown at the Fillmore Auditorium by Bill Graham for the bands, the managers, the writers, the freaks, the friends and lovers of the rock and roll scene in San Francisco. It is fair in judgment to include everything I've ever seen, from the Rolling Stones and Mamas and Papas concerts to fraternity dances and including all the other shows at the Fillmore. Jerry Garcia put it simply: "This is the bossest." 
Everyone was stoned out of their minds. No drugs were around, and I couldn't see anyone who was chemically altered, but it was one of the most turned-on evenings ever. Buddha from Muir Beach, a sort of cosmic fund-raiser, got everyone holding hands and dancing daisy chains around the hall. The Wildflower played, and they have gotten good all of a sudden; no more birds, but real rock and roll. Whatever that is.
Bill Graham got his secret ambition in life: he's one of the best cowbell players on the West Coast. For about 20 minutes, he introduced all the people who work at the Fillmore, from Peaches and Helen (the ladies who check the coats) to Bonnie, his girl friend. I've seen promoters from the "hip" to the sharpies involved in a constant arm motion, patting themselves on their backs, one even from his own stage, but I've never seen Bill do that. From the moment he saw and dug a rock band's concert a year ago, he threw his life and being, both spiritual and financial, into putting on good shows. If anyone should have been thanked, it should have been Bill. Yet there he was providing a free evening of bands, good people, banquet tables of food, Coke, and wine. 
Pigpen and somebody were fencing over the food table with green onions. Quicksilver played, swinging two beautiful Dino Valenti songs: "Stand by Me" and the really groovy "I Don't Ever Want to Spoil Your Party." All the uninvited guests from the teenyboppers to the lonesome stragglers were taken in with pleasure. They danced and ate and stared at the fluorescent mandala painted on the floor.
Pal John was there with Golden Nancy. She loved it. Bridget kept grabbing radishes and giving them to Jeanie and Ralph, Angelica and Angelica's John. Country Joe and Ed Denson brought that band along; Moby Grape came too. Even the undercover narcotics agent standing next to my little sister was clapping his hands. 
The Grateful Dead played one of their best sets ever. Bob Weir, the rhythm guitarist, rocked out "Down the Line," and did anyone ever mention "Midnight Hour" to you? In Presley's "Jailhouse Rock" there's a line about "The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang"; that's Bill Sommers. 
The evening ended with some wild, superscreaming jamming with Skip Spence, Jerry, Bob, and Barry Bastian, lead guitarist of a new group, Lee Michaels. It was a cosmic affair "presented in San Francisco by Bill Graham." Someone said as the evening neared its 3 a.m. end that the only people missing were the Beatles. 
I didn't see them myself, but I'm sure they were there.

An LSD Rescue Service (for your bummers) has been started in San Francisco. The number to call is 626-5770. The cat who runs it was on a radio show and he sounds pretty understanding. . . . The Daily Flash and Buffalo Springfield are at the Avalon this weekend, a very friendly place to be. . . . Love, Moby Grape, and Lee Michaels are at the Fillmore. Otis Redding will be at the Fillmore in the middle of the month. . . . Lou Rawls at the Masonic Auditorium Friday night. . . . The Grateful Dead during the week at the Matrix. . . . The Jabberwock has reinstated their folk music policy. . . . The Grateful Dead and Country Joe in Pauley Ballroom Friday night. 

(by Jann Wenner, from the Daily Cal (UC Berkeley), November 30, 1966) 

See also Ralph Gleason's account: 

https://concertposterauction.com/Listing/Details/982343/1966-Fillmore-Thanksgiving-Eve-Grateful-Dead-Quicksilver-Bill-Graham-Ticket

Thanks to Dave Davis
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Jan 30, 2024

August 28, 1966: IDES Hall, Pescadero CA

BIKE RACE TO ROOKIE  (excerpt) 

PESCADERO - Mike Pickens chased the rabbit for 112 miles faster than anyone else in the Tour Del Mar bicycle race here Sunday, but didn't get his bunny. 
Although winning the grueling race over the coastal hills around this small town, Pickens did not receive his winning trophy from a Playboy Club Bunny as advanced publicity billings had promised. 
After showing up for Saturday's 25-mile criterium races, the Bunny did not appear Sunday for the Belmont Bicycle Club-sponsored affair, witnessed by a disappointing crowd of 350 spectators. 
On hand, however, were folk-rock groups, the Grateful Dead and Quicksilver Messenger Service, who played long and loud in the post-race celebrations, organized by Belmont's Tom Preuss. 
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(by Paul Savola, from the Redwood City Tribune, August 29, 1966)

See also: 

https://rockposters.com/products/auction-aor-2-186-grateful-dead-1966-program-pescadero-bicycle-race-excellent?variant=44282737459479


Jan 29, 2024

May 1966: Introducing the Grateful Dead

THE GRATEFUL DEAD...THEY'RE ALIVE AND REALLY JUMPING

(A Special Peninsula Teen Review) 

Did you ever wonder exactly what goes into the making of a modern day rock band? True, there are virtually tons of electronic equipment; guitars, amplifiers, microphones, speakers, tape recorders, and various other complicated and expensive gadgets. But the men behind all this electricity are what makes a good band what it is. 
The Grateful Dead is one example of a mixture of electronic technique and men with enough musical ability to stand behind that technique and really wail. 
The personnel of the Grateful Dead (Jerry Garcia, lead guitar; Bob Weir, rhythm guitar; Phil Lesh, bass guitar; Bill Sommers, drums; and Ron "Pigpen" McKernan, organ and harmonica) have diverse musical backgrounds which show in their sound. 
Jerry Garcia is "one of the best bluegrass banjo pickers around;" Bob Weir's specialty was city blues and folk music. Ron "Pigpen" McKernan has been involved in country blues and was a member of several rhythm and blues bands. 
Garcia, Weir, and McKernan made their debut as band members of a jug band called Mother McCree's Uptown Jug Champions, which played locally for quite some time. 
Bill Sommers, the drummer, has had ten years of training at the drums, most of which had been in the jazz vein; and Phil, who is the newest addition to the Grateful Dead, had majored in music theory in college and has written a symphony for a full orchestra all by himself! 
This band is one of the most interesting ones to watch - if you can stand still enough to watch them while their sound surrounds you. Both Jerry and Ron sport shoulder length curly hair; Phil Lesh, tall and strongly built, sports blond hair almost shoulder length; Bob Weir could be the Greek god of the group, with his well-chiseled features and free-swinging clean hair. Bill Sommers would be the favorite man with people who admire individualism - he is the only man with relatively short hair. 
This group, not counting one personnel change, first played in a fairly obscure pizza parlor on the Peninsula. 
At that time they were known as the Warlocks - the name change to the Grateful Dead came when they found out that an East Coast group had chosen the name Warlocks first. 
At first they played just so that they could build up the stage presence that they now have. It wasn't long before kids became interested in the group - it seemed that they recognized and really dug the new out of sight sound. 
The Grateful Dead began, as most groups do, with songs gleaned from the albums of the really well-known groups such as the Animals, Rolling Stones, and Them. Kids used to pack that pizza parlor to hear the Dead's versions of Gloria, Not Fade Away, Satisfaction, and even some Dylan such as She Belongs to Me, and It's All Over Now, Baby Blue - just to name a few. 
At present, their songwriting possibilities have become apparent, and they have worked out some songs of their own.

(from the Redwood City Tribune, May 2, 1966)

Jan 9, 2024

November 15, 1968: Gill Coliseum, OSU, Corvallis OR

Most articles from the Oregon State Daily Barometer.



11/1/68
ROCK GROUP WILL PERFORM AT COLISEUM

Tickets for the Nov 15 concert featuring The Grateful Dead will go on sale today at 9 a.m. at the Student Activity Center ticket booth. 
The Grateful Dead, one of the leading rock groups of the nation, are being brought to the OSU campus for a Gill Coliseum appearance by the Oregon State University Students For A Democratic Society. 
Two top-selling albums have been released by The Grateful Dead - "Anthem of the Sun" and "The Grateful Dean." [sic] The best selling selections have been "Alligator" and "Morning Dew." 
Tickets for the evening concert are priced at $2.50 and $3. Tickets will be available daily from 9 a.m. until 5 p.m. in the ticket booth. 
Two other groups will appear with The Grateful Dead. They are Mint Tattoo and Big City Blue. The Mint Tattoo is a trio from the San Francisco Bay area. 
Dress for the concert is entirely optional, although SDS hopes to have many of the students wear costumes.

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11/5/68 
excerpt from The Little Man's Views column 

"I guess the Grateful Dead really are coming on November 15. This is a treat for those that just aren't thrilled to death by musical fare such as the Marine Band, or the Philharmonic. How about the Moby Grape next term?"

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11/8/68 
GRATEFUL DEAD DANCE (Campus Scene column)

SDS will be giving away a poster today to everyone who buys two tickets to the Grateful Dead, Mint Tattoo and Big City Blue dance. All will be appearing at Gill Coliseum, Friday, Nov. 15. Tickets are $2.50 each and are available in the MU ticket booth from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. The posters will be given away with tickets only today. Students are reminded that this is not a concert but a sock-hop dance.

[also: Dionne Warwick performing tonight in Gill Coliseum as part of the 1968 Homecoming celebration.]

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11/12/68
excerpt from The Little Man's Views column 

"The Grateful Dead are coming this Friday, and with them The Mint Tattoo, and The Big City Blues. Exponents of the San Francisco sound, these bands are well worth the two and a half bucks that it costs to get in. Besides, if we get this concert to work and make money, maybe we can get the Moby Grape next term, and I like them."

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11/13/68 
GRATEFUL DEAD CONCERT

The Grateful Dead will appear in Gill Coliseum Friday, Nov. 15, from 8 to 12 p.m. Also appearing will be the Mint Tattoo and the Big City Blue. 
Tickets to the sock-hop dance are $2.50 and are available in the MU ticket booth and the Coachman downtown. Admission is $3 at the door. 
The light show for all three groups will be done by Gretz and Co. Dress for the dance is costume or grubby. 
The dance is sponsored by Students for a Democratic Society (SDS) and the newly formed Black Student Union. 

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11/15/68
BANDS SET PERFORMANCE IN GILL COLISEUM TONIGHT 

Mint Tattoo, a trio from Los Angeles, will be one of the three bands appearing in Gill Coliseum tonight from 8 to midnight. Headlining the four-hour soc-hop will be the Grateful Dead from San Francisco and the Big City Blue. Gretz and Co. will produce a light show for all three groups which will envelop the entire coliseum. 
This panorama of psychedelic sounds is co-sponsored by Students for a Democratic Society and Black Student Union. Admission is $3 at the door; dress is costume or grubby.

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11/19/68 
excerpt from The Little Man's Views column 

"Was OSU ready for The Grateful Dead? I'm not sure, but at any rate, they came, saw, conquered, and ambled on down to Eugene for a Saturday concert. It was a pretty orderly evening; not exactly quiet, but orderly. No fights, no riots or great destruction. Hopefully it can be done again next term, only bigger and better. How about Country Joe and the Fish, or Moby Grape, Chambers Brothers or Big Brother?"

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"GRATEFUL DEAD" COME ALIVE

On Friday, Nov. 15 there was a happening in Corvallis. The Grateful Dead, a rock group from San Francisco, were at Gill Coliseum. The concert-dance, co-sponsored by Students for a Democratic Society and Black Student Union, attracted seemingly every "hippie" that Corvallis and out-lying areas have to offer. 
The audience, most of whom were seated on the floor, gave the impression of boredom and could be seen occasionally watching the light show which were on the walls of the coliseum and above the stage. 
Before we got a look at the Grateful Dead, we were confronted with two other bands and a speaker. A representative of SDS gave a speech about the state of affairs in the English department. Then they came on. 
Out walked the six members of the Grateful Dead, along with several others who helped them get their equipment in playing order. 
The member who seemed generally the first one to be noticed is a guitarist named "Pig-Pen." He had a head full of bushy, black hair and a beard which can only be described as full. The others had their outstanding characteristics, too. 
The organist resembled Wild Bill Hickock. Of the two drummers, one had on a magenta shirt and a leather band around his forehead. One of the guitarists had his long, blond locks pulled back in a queue. The other guitarist simply fit in with the rest of the group. 
For approximately two hours the Grateful Dead were on stage. They opened with their rendition of "Turn On Your Love Light" which was followed by "Morning Dew" and several others. 
When you got tired of watching them, there were a number of other things you could do. You could be adorned in fluorescent oranges, pinks and greens by wandering artists and then stand under a black light and watch yourself glow, you could buy various kinds of buttons, walk around the halls or talk. You could also dance if you didn't mind being run into by a long-haired dancer (male) who looked like he had ants in his pants. 
At midnight the house lights came on which told us the dance was over. All in all, it was an interesting way to spend a Friday night.

(by Kathy Faes, from the High-O-Scope, Corvallis High School, 22 November 1968)


Alas, no tape! 

Thanks to Dave Davis.