![]() No one knew quite how to do them, or promote them. With Woodstock three years away outdoor rock concerts were still in their infancy. And of course rock and roll.Įarly that summer I saw the Byrds at an outdoor concert. Drugs, and sex, but also Eastern religion, and the pacifist tenets of Ghandi, the food and customs of other cultures. LSD might have only been a part of that movement, but it was the perfect metaphor for what we were after –magic means to transport us far away from our origins, out of a society that rejected us and into our bodies. It didn’t even have that name yet, but I’d already embraced it, as an escape from a conventional world that had never had any use for me, nor me for it. Psychedelic drugs were only part of something greater – a whole social movement, the counter culture. I’d never seen or touched a drug in my life, but somewhere deep in me I knew –this was the Great Secret my rock and roll heroes were hiding. Life Magazine in March – “LSD -the exploding threat of the mind drug that got out of control,” followed by Newsweek: “LSD the mind drug” gave me a major clue. Neither were the Beatles, whose curiously elongated faces on the cover of Rubber Soul heId similar impassive looks. I stared at Bob’s face on the cover of Highway 61 Revisited, but he wasn’t telling. I didn’t know what was happening, but wanted to find out in the worst way. I was fifteen in early 1966 when I heard Dylan sing, “Something’s happening, and you don’t know what it is…” He sang with an authority and conviction that convinced me he possessed some Great Secret.
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