This is the show where Bill Crooks took way too much liquid acid and had to be rescued from the UCLA Medical Center psych ward. I had overindulged myself and walked out of the show after a few songs, convinced the entire event was a gigantic satanic trap. After wandering around the UCLA campus for who knows how long I discovered that the gigantic satanic trap was in fact OUTSIDE the show, and I managed to talk my way back into the show.

I'd just turned 17,got the 4th place in line into the venue. We camped/sat w/amazing people. I'd never seen or exp anything like this! I remember hanging onto the boards @stage in front of J then set2 went out into it. If I hadn't seen the scene, I don't know if I'd be who I am today; probably but from a different path. I'd seen nothing but Beverly Hills and had no idea what was out here. Profound! I'm so grateful to be who I am, as when I see my friends from then, I shudder to think who or where I'd be today. Love & compassion are necessity, not luxury.Without them we can't survive. "Dalai Lama"

This was my first show. I went by self and did not know what to expect. My mom droped me off. Although I was old enough to drive my mom didn't want me to drive. She must have none i woild be smoking or drinking. From the time I went in to the time a group of hippies pulled me into their little group. I never did find my seat.
Nor did i want to. I danced with them for the whole show. I was wearing big and bulky boots witch made it hard to dace. One of the girls in the group talked me into taking them off. I did and danced my ass off. I never did find my boots. Went home with out them.
That was the last time i wore boots to a show. Not because I was afrid to loose them again but because I knew I liked to be barefoot when i danced. The 79 show at UCLA was my first but not my last .