Edited by author 12-15-2002 10:40 PM
I'm so excited I found this place! Man! I was with my brother Jimmy and we got there early through all the traffic before it rained and got bad. The mud just kept us there once we got in. I just remember the pa system constantly going down and it didn't really matter! They were just climbing the rafters, singing louder and everybody was there for the guitars mostly and could sing the lyrics anyway. I remember being soaked and sharing a blanket with this guy and following a whole bunch of people I didn't know up to this hill because they said there was food. Somehow this hot dog truck had gotten stuck in the mud. They started serving since all the kids who were hungry had found them there. We all had some food (I don't think we paid) and then helped them get unstuck and the old man running the truck said he'd be back after they did a gig somewhere else. We never saw them again but it was the best food. All these warm, wet people next to each other covered in blankets and all this warm food getting passed around in these huge cooking vats after we had spend hours getting completely lost hiking around looking for this food truck. I didn't see my brother again for three days. When he found me we just stayed for god knows how long and finally packed up the truck with about eight people (we started with three.) The music was incredible. I had no idea who I was really listening to until the festival at Woodstock, when everybody knew.