August 22, 1987
last "Schoolgirl": 09-19-70  - "Mountain Aire Music Festival" - David Lindley & El Rayo-X, then Santana opened
Set List:Touch of Grey
Little Red Rooster
Tons of Steel
Friend of the Devil
My Brother Esau
Good Morning Little School Girl
Hell in a Bucket
When Push Comes to Shove
Eyes of the World
The Other One
Goin' Down the Road Feelin' Bad
Turn on Your Love Light
Attendees of this show
I was 20 at the time, this was a few days following the Harmonic Convergence (The Harmonic Convergence was a loosely organized new age spiritual event which occurred on August 16 and August 17, 1987, when groups of people gathered in various sacred sites and "mystical" places all over the world to usher in a new era, a date based primarily on the Maya calendar, but also on interpretations of European and Asian astrology.The Harmonic Convergence was supposed to be a global awakening to love and unity through divine transformation.) Little did folks know it was to come together at the Mt Aire Festival of 1987.
On Wednesday the 19th my friend Cody and I piled into this young woman’s VW bug. It was quite cramped with all the backpacks not to mention her 6’4” cousin. I had to sit sideways for the entire four hour drive from the Bay Area. We camped that week in the granite plains above Yosemite. Our tent was attacked by a bear because some one had left a cinnamon apple in one corner by mistake.
On Friday night we arrived at the long line of cars that stretched for miles leading into Angel’s Camp of Calaveras, where Mark Twain’s famous Frog Jumping story had once taken place. We had to park next to the road and make the best of it. All night there was this really high dude who greeted each car harsh expletives. And as if that wasn’t enough, a bunch of Hell’s Angels set up a P.A. and cranked Grateful Dead songs at the top of a hill where they raced their Harleys all night long. Yes there would be no sleeping for anyone that weekend.
(The next morning was H-O-T. Liquid “Vitamin A” and Fun-Guy was readily available to all in copious amounts. The summer of ’87 melted.)
David Lindley and his legendary band “El Rayo-X” opened. With 90 degree heat, Mr. Dave in his finest polyester announced that he was playing with the best drummer he had performed with in his life. At first I laughed, and then they ripped into a fire blazing Crazy Bout a Mercury.
What would follow would be a near three hour scorching set by Santana. The heat, the planes, the ambulances, the parachuting acrobats, the dust, Jerry on a golf cart, Bill Graham rushing around on his scooter desperately attempting to escort a carload of freaked out suits, threatening to 86 anyone who looked at him funny. There was NO escape, we were in for the full ride.
The Dead didn’t hit the stage until well after the sun had gone down. That blazing afternoon gave way to Jerry’s incredible way of connecting to the song “Friend of the Devil” that seemed to put context to all we had been through leading up to that magical weekend.
Damn what a great time to be young.
More later, but what I remember most was two things -- one, camping in a field that until real recently held cows -- lot's o' patties to "relocate". Also, getting there early enough to grab a camping spot under the one tree on the cow pattie hill.
I may be going to hell in a bucket ... but at least I'm enjoying the ride!!!!
was the oft-repeated narrative refrain from the air show commentator as the numerous aerobatic planes did their acro. And ever so gentle was the kind vibe down close to the stage. We arrived very early for both shows and were nice and close for all of the festivities. We seemed to have the same crowd-neighbors both days and despite what I have heard of some rowdieness elsewhere in the crowd, it was smooth sailing and plenty of dancing room. The music/air show was kind of an odd mix, but it turned out to be a couple of the most fun shows I attended over my 35 years on the bus. Coupled with the earlier part of the week hiking in nearby Yosemite, it was quite a spiritual trek.
...was the knickname we gave the announcer that weekend...
I remember our group laughing hysterically at that oft repeated phrase (thanks to the fungus among us) and the announcer getting defensive that everyone was laughing at him and the acrobats "hey, it's 20 degrees hotter int hat cockpit than it is for you guys and they don't have squirt bottles... this is serious people..."
We were in stitches...
Then Jerry with Carlos each pushing the other one notch higher...
what a great weekend!!
Sunshine...beer...Skydivers with Steal 'yer face Flags..
a strange guy with one eye and a very unusual, magical quartz crystal...jugglers.. scores of nearly naked, sunburned chicks..twirling precisely in time, some rum drink called Calavaras cool aide, ses homegrown, self-professed gold miners, zodiac dead bandanas, somebody's wayward girlfriend with loads of stash...
The Prince of Polyester.. Jerry's "ain't no place I rather be"....Mickey's maniacal drum/space.. Graham and Band in form.. Congas..Carlos' screaming sustain ... cool friends from Yosemite ...Wilson Pickett ?
If I could have captured and canned one moment of this day, it would be the same priceless composition as the Creator's first handful of Christ-consciousness found in every seeking Human heart.
Someday, everything is gonna be diffferent...when I paint my masterpiece??
EVERSOGENTLY........COW PATTIES......My face hurt from smilin' soooo much. Extremely Grateful I got to be part of it.
I had driven my brand new Honda wagon from Oakland through Nevada and Wyoming to Red Rocks, to Telluride, to Colorado Springs to see a friend, and to Park City. The folks I was touring with were seriously into a lot of woo-woo Harmonic Convergence stuff, which got pretty grating; I tended to concur with another bunch of folks that it was really the Harmonica Virgins messing with our heads.
But anyway, I hated the vibe at the Park City show so much--the dust! the millions of mini liquor bottles! the drunks! the inability to find my car in the dust-pit parking lot!--that I got up the next morning and drove straight through home to Oakland, bagging this show, for which I had tickets. What a show. What a lineup. But judging by the descriptions, I made the right choice, because I just had nothing left,
When I got to the Bonneville Salt Flats, however, a huge storm broke out with serious dark clouds and lightning spectacular against the mountain backdrop. I stopped the car and walked out on the flats and just hung out in it for a while; it was pretty amazing.
Mary I remember the security guys lasoing heads tryin to get in and dragging them behind the horse for a little way. and the dust. I was kinda HIGH up on the hill was really steep thought I was going tofal down and roll all the way to the stage. maybe was just still on the previous rocky mtn high.
will post when they turn up....as usual....haha....we had a great time. Kids marriages were arranged (parental units joking around), great swimming hole down @ the river. camping......seems like there was something else...will have to ponder...fond memories though....! xoxo Gypsy Cowgirl
this place was great.the airplane stunts and the skydiver really added to the enertainment.the drums from the croud playing when santana came on was a fond memory.the shows that summer where some of my best,will never forget!!!!