Renee... and B...if you are reading this....Remember when we picked up Dan Hicks and the Hot Licks in Hollywood in your vintage pink car and took them to a party at the Marriott? That was just one of the many escapades of the "sisters"...We hit the clubs and concerts in vintage Jean Harlow gowns, dark make-up and frizzy hair...and even partied at Frank Zappa's house in Laurel Canyon...Remember the concert at Cal State Fullerton when we went in with Zappa's band?....We had the greatest clothes on that night! Remember the concert at UC Irvine when we were invited to a party with Led Zeppelin at an old castle in the hills ? Remember dancing with the guys from Fleetwood Mac...sneaking in the Shrine, or going in with the bands? It was so much fun! Who has that kind of fun, today?
The scariest incident was the night we went to see Janis Joplin at the Kaleidoscope and she asked everyone to leave because government agents were harassing her back stage. We left and could not find the car. We caught a ride with some guys and got into two wrecks on the way home...ended up at the police station until almost dawn. Strange night...Was that the night that the Haas guy from our town did the Morrison song on stage (without permission)? Speaking of Jim Morrision...he always walked down Sunset with his dog, near my apartment, just like in the movie, The Doors.
Remember the ride to the Santa Clara festival and the preppies who gave us the ride? Remember arriving and seeing our friends and everyone loved us and the preppies had to fend for themselves? Remember all of the bands playing all night long in the park for people who could not afford the concert? What about Cornell who made himself official body- guard for Hendrix and would not let members of his band in the tent?
Or maybe you still think about the concerts in Palm Springs....and hippies along the creek coming down from Taquitz Falls...? Or the multiple SWAT teams combing the hills at the end? It looked like an army attacking Americans! Mom went with us...remember?
I was reading the website of Pamela DeBarre, the other night and her experiences seem so much like our own as if the GTO's were living lives parallel to ours at the same time...It was so much fun!
