MTA* sent me these photos from her phone

I could not have said that 45 years ago tonight without seeming like a lunatic

But she did

I really like that pic of the band between numbers – it’s ‘tight’

The audience shots are just like they were 45 years ago tonight (read the previous post)


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*MTA = My Travelling Astrologer (she’s in the West Country right now with fellow spirits – and I do mean spirits)



After two days of very British (English?) music the borders dissolved on Sunday in 1969. One of my favourite voices singing that day belonged to Richie Havens – who along with the Who & Joe Cocker had also played at Woodstock (is that it?)

The day started in sunshine with some jazz and other instrumental stuff from Indo-Jazz Fusions and the Third Ear Band, then the first singer from the USA was Tom Paxton who sang his old favourites (“Rambling Boy”, “Last Thing on my Mind”). He got two encores and declined a third. Pentangle and then Julie Felix followed – back to Michael Gray (Rolling Stone) who said Pentangle were “uninteresting and at times incompetent” while Felix was “worse” (boy he had fun, huh?). He didn’t like Havens’ hippie chatter either but confessed his music was “good” including a version of “Strawberry Fields”.

There was then an hour break after which the Band performed for 45 minutes. Rikki Farr returned and made everyone, including the ‘celebs’ in the front arena, wait while they made the sound “perfect”. Eventually Dylan appeared in that white suit and played songs from every album then released apart from the first two – particularly Bringing It All Back Home.

Michael Gray liked Dylan but then he would (check him out). He said “it was brilliant” although he also said “it was an exquisite con” without explaining why – re-reading his piece today, it seems to me to reveal a great deal about that kind of pretentious rock journalism – articulate but self-regarding and ever so pleased with its knowing, superior cynicism. Maybe Bob Dylan just had a good time playing to a bunch of people?

I can’t comment, because I have no memory of what he was like although I saw (a bit of) him. I spent the evening on my own. I sat in the field for a couple of hours through the intermission, the Band and the wait, but after a couple of songs I figured I’d now seen Bob Dylan on the IOW so I left. I was tripping which I did on-and-off for a couple of years and always enjoyed hugely. I’ve never done it since and I’m as sane as the next man (bring him in). A bloke asked me to go to a tent and make hundreds of sandwiches which seemed a great idea. I went for a bit, made a few, ate a few and wandered off. I remember in the darkness, people streaming out at the end and seeming in a rush to get back to reality. I didn’t get that bit but I had a lovely time. I slept somewhere, went home the next day and then disappeared to Notting Hill Gate for a few days. Rosemary played the Parlour on the following Friday and got paid £27 which at the time was our highest fee. We spent September raising money for Southsea’s first free concert (Sunday 28 September). We also played at the Country Club in London supporting Free who’d been at the IOW.

That’s it. Something new tomorrow. 

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Sunday 31 August 1969

I posted the stuff below this morning but somewhere along the line the silent home movie of the IOW turned into footage of some old growly-voiced bloke in a white suit. I’ve NO IDEA what’s going on with all these clips, Glenn Cornick, IOW, Bob Dylan. Sorry but have to leave now to watch the f***ing cr****t

JR If you read this today maybe you could stick that home movie link on as another comment? I’d swear I saw it last night and unlike 45 years ago I didn’t touch the acid (brown or otherwise)


JR posted this as a Comment but I wouldn’t want it to get lost. It’s home movie footage of the IOW Festival

It has a soundtrack added which is OK but I enjoyed it more as it would have been seen, in silence


More about my day 45 years ago when I get home this evening. I’ll be out all day watching the *%**@£$* (and I promise not to mention it – but they need a win)

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May be the Last Time

(I don’t know)

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Did the gig. Drove to the Old House at Home. Coincidentally our first ever gig as RP&G in September 1992 was also in Locksway Road – a few hundred yards further down at the College of Knowledge. I drove there last night past the Savoy, RMA (where RP&G played regularly), Cellars and Birdcage but didn’t feel hugely nostalgic.

The gig was a struggle as I still have this ‘cold’ (five weeks and going strong) so my voice croaked but it was OK. Den and I have a gig four weeks today for JR’s Roots/Blues Festival and that’s it in my date book. The End? Who knows

There’s always that Downliners Sect Tribute band

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Sad Postscript

Just heard from Keith that Glenn Cornick, bass guitar in the original Jethro Tull died yesterday. There are various reports on line. I guess he was still in them when they played the IOW third festival in 1970 (?). I remember seeing the original quartet at the first ever Hyde Park free concert, playing mostly what they did on their first album in their bluesy/jazzy days and lovely it was back then.

Keith’s also sent this – from Rock & Roll Circus. It’s not quite the original foursome (Mick Abrahams having departed) but Mr Cornick is on bass guitar and harmonica (subtitles probably by Mr D!)

(Actually this is driving me nuts. I pasted in the wrong link. Now there’s a different version here without subtitles and just the cover of the DVD – sorry. It is Mr Cornick)


More Goodies

Here’s a special one from Mick – I never manage to blag one of those!


While Graham has found all kinds of stuff from 46 years ago – the first one (an all nighter). I was gigging with Harlem Speakeasy and never got there – what about that reverse of the ticket then you lovely old hippies?

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Passing Out Parade

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On this day 45 years ago, I set off for the IOW Festival with a few pals. As I recall it, we had wondered whether to bother but it seemed worth the effort even though we had hardly any money, certainly not enough to buy a ticket. We got across on the ferry and along the north coast to Wootton Bridge/Woodside (just two weeks after Woodstock too).

My old buddy ‘Bright Lights’ Martin Richman had the bright idea to borrow a passout from someone and got in without surrendering it so he came out with two and gave one to me. This we continued to do for a little while until we had enough to flog, which meant being able to buy a little food and on the Sunday a ticket to see Dylan (or did we sneak in again?) and certainly a little coloured pill of pleasure (more tomorrow …)

Interesting to note that while lots of ‘Brits’ turned up at Woodstock, there were no Americans on days one or two at the IOW – it was an all British bill. On day two: the Who, Moody Blues, Family, Pretty Things, King Crimson, Joe Cocker, Aynsley Dunbar Retaliation, Fat Mattress, Blodwyn Pig and Marsha Hunt with White Trash. As far as I can see there were only two women performing on the first two days, singers Marsha Hunt and Dorris Henderson of Eclection. I can’t remember a thing about any of them but grumpy old Michael Gray (Rolling Stone) absolutely hammered Fat Mattress describing their “massive lump of formless, pointless noise that earned them a whisper of applause” while he thought “the Pretty Things were as bad.” He described Joe Cocker as “good if you like people pretending to be Ray Charles, pretending to still have some musical integrity”, while Family were “competent, pleasant and unremarkable”. Marsha Hunt’s “whole message was sex” but he did quite like the Who – although he took against Rikki Farr. 

Personally I liked Mrs Farr. Here she is at the Festival:

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