May 28, 1977 (I was 32)
At the Dance At The Land
We got lost getting here.
Can you believe wrong roads
Named Woodstock and Altamont Avenue?
Barn hall open-beams, plank floors
Map of The Land tacked to the wall.
This knowledgeable collection of hippies has survived
Without a change of clothes since 1968
And they were here to dance tonight.
After a wine and pistachio stop we wound
Up Moody past Foothill College and down again
A number of times; gas station maps were of no help.
Everybody danced all night long.
The band was hot and we were addicted to bliss.
We were lost until we resolved to keep driving up
Roads we couldn’t believe –narrow hairpins
Moonlight reflections off hills, tunnel through tree shadows.
“Chains,” brought on the floor stomping
And the bass and drums rebounded off the walls
Right through your chest to end the first set with “The Shape I’m In.”
The band left them screaming for more.
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