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Candlestick, October 17th 1981

We arrived at five a.m.
thinking this was early enough
for great seats close to the stage - wrong!
The tents and campsites had been there for days

A tower of empty bottles over our heads, whisky, vodka, tequila,
and all the other varieties you could possibly imagine – no bottles allowed
Having delivered their liquid feelings of euphoria
they were piled high at the entrances;
a free-form sculpture of color and glass!

Hours later, there were dancing nuns
letting loose on the infield. Their joy
didn’t seem to be coming from God this day,
unless he played lead guitar

Enterprising fellas rolling them up
from colorful, tattered shoeboxes
for anyone with five dollars and a lighter – business was good

George Thorogood lighting the fuse
with electrified echoes of Elmore James and Robert Johnson
J. Geils, at their peak, killed their set too

In our seats, miles away from the stage,
the crowd around us pulsed and swayed with musical energy,
and the nuns kept twisting and shaking
Sisters of the Wholly Shit-Faced, we assumed

We listened to the Stones, and rocked and rolled
with the sixty-five thousand. Tumbling Dice,
Start Me Up, and Let Me Go - so prophetic…

Because we did let each other go
I can still see some of the faces that were there
and those awesome nuns again, habits swirling

But you are no longer in the crowd,
no matter what song is playing
when my mind puts the needle down
at thirty-three and a third revolutions per minute

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So long ago, but still seems like yesterday whenever I hear any of the songs from that day. A touch of a lost love revisited, for better or worse.
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I saw Candlestick, I knew! I can't remember where I was, but I know it wasn't there! I wanted to be, but it wasn't in the cards.
This brought me as close I would ever get to being there. I was at the original Woodstock, and a few other outdoor concerts, so I got the sights, sounds and flavor of the people selling doobies and the smell of green everywhere. I love the description of the dancing nuns and the swirling of their habits. "Sisters of the Wholly Shit-faced"! That's a name that only a "stoner" could make up! Damn! I wish that I had written this! I understand the nostalgia and the memories of the girl no longer there. 33/1/3!
The needle hissing in the silence between the tracks. [I'm going to have to save that line for something.] Nicely done! Geez.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

I've had so many local friends tell me they were that day - before we were friends! Kinda mystical connection in my mind. The vibe was that we were all friends there that day. Glad you liked this one, and thanks for the VERY kind compliments.


Michael Anthony

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