Ah, the memories. I hung out at the Family Hand, the Old Quarter & Liberty Hall (with a couple of visits to Jubilee Hall just before it went defunct) during '69, '70 & '71. I don't think I went to the Hand but once after it became 'Texas Rose'. I moved to New Orleans in '72 & came back 6 years later to a different world. Only Anderson Faire was essentially the same, complete with Joy. Sigh. By the way, Mike Condray's birthday is Feb. 7th, so if anybody sees him, tell him Sylvia says 'Happy Birthday'.
Does anybody remember the concert, Spring of '70, at the Colisseum, that started out with Josephus, then progressed through John Mayall, Beautiful Day, and Quicksilver, culminating with the Grateful Dead? After the concert, 'everybody' went to the Hand for resurrection. I was focusing on a guy with really curly black hair & granny glasses who I thought was my friend Kenny (things were a tad wavy). The saloon-type doors burst open, and a tall, skinny guy in a fringed leather jacket came in, walked up to 'Kenny', and started stabbing at him with a knife! 'Kenny' pulled a 'gun'! This was unheard of among all us peace-lovin' types. Anyhow, it transpired that 'Kenny' was Jerry Garcia and the tall fringed one was John Cipollina, from Quicksilver. The knife was rubber and the gun was a water pistol. Apparently this was something they pulled on a semi-regular basis . . . I went back to talking to one of the Beautiful Day adjunct personnel until it was time to melt back into the night . . .
Sigh.
Dude, I was there also. Did Jethro Tull go on that night also or was that in another smoke filled memory? If I remember correctly, the Houston kops (nazis mostly) tried to stop the concert while the Dead were doing their thing. Garcia refused and the pigs pulled the electric plug. What happened was pure fantasy, and yet it happened; no one in the crowd moved and Garcia started to sing without an amp, just loud enough we could hear him and then the rest of the band followed and they finished in grand style much to the obvious frustration of the head pig.
The Family Hand was a favorite hangout of ours, there was a screen door like most farm houses had in those days and a cat or two which lounged around on the tables as much as the floors. No one seemed to mind.
Also went to the Zeppelin concert later that year at Hofheinz on Mar 29, '70. Since Hofheinz was a circular stage with the audience surrounding it, there were literally no bad seats if I remember right.
We hung out in the park a lot days and nights (sheeit, didn't anyone of us work? Uh, another discussion I think), and the park police were cool, they seemed to have absorbed the good vibes of the freeks who were there and maybe even inhaled some of the smoke.
Friend of mine got busted because he stepped in to keep a brother from getting beat up by two Houston porkers. Later they ambushed him, beat him up, and arrested him for resisting arrest. He eventually beat the rap but not without a lotta hassle. Typical of the atmosphere of the time. Heavy heat by the kops just because we were different and smoked a lotta dope.
Liberty Hall Concert Venue At 1610 Chenevert St.
in Historic Houston
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Dude, I was there also. Did Jethro Tull go on that night also or was that in another smoke filled memory? If I remember correctly, the Houston kops (nazis mostly) tried to stop the concert while the Dead were doing their thing. Garcia refused and the pigs pulled the electric plug. What happened was pure fantasy, and yet it happened; no one in the crowd moved and Garcia started to sing without an amp, just loud enough we could hear him and then the rest of the band followed and they finished in grand style much to the obvious frustration of the head pig.
The Family Hand was a favorite hangout of ours, there was a screen door like most farm houses had in those days and a cat or two which lounged around on the tables as much as the floors. No one seemed to mind.
Also went to the Zeppelin concert later that year at Hofheinz on Mar 29, '70. Since Hofheinz was a circular stage with the audience surrounding it, there were literally no bad seats if I remember right.
We hung out in the park a lot days and nights (sheeit, didn't anyone of us work? Uh, another discussion I think), and the park police were cool, they seemed to have absorbed the good vibes of the freeks who were there and maybe even inhaled some of the smoke.
Friend of mine got busted because he stepped in to keep a brother from getting beat up by two Houston porkers. Later they ambushed him, beat him up, and arrested him for resisting arrest. He eventually beat the rap but not without a lotta hassle. Typical of the atmosphere of the time. Heavy heat by the kops just because we were different and smoked a lotta dope.