one time I came home and there was a purple VW camper full of bales of straw / or hay parked in the driveway and I was "wtf' and then I went into our living room and there was
Sid Rawle, king of the UK hippies, sat there pontificating, "bogarting the joint"
[ edit: Sid is the Guy decked out in blankets outside of the circle, lording over all )
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he was max XP hippy, didn't mean he wasn't a dick though
like a fucking tory with his 'vision" of us slaving away in fields, except he called it a 'green future' while I called it "a return to serfdom'
and he hogged the spliffs ( and sexist, he kept referring to his "girls" like some sort of Manson )
still, they were a couple of entertaining days and nights, RIP Sid
we were invaded by his mates from Molesworth peace camp and the Tipi valley - my favourite moment was when we were on acid and the lady from Tipi valley turned to me while I was playing side two of 23 Skidoo's Urban Gamelan LP
and she turned to me and informed me "the drums are telling a story'
like, really...fuck off, it's industrial nonsense, I don't credit them with that ability, but still, it IS the best soundtrack to dream machine visions, I did travel back in time listening to them in conjunction with my dream machine, no shit
she wanted her kitten to be vegan ( impossible for cats ) and we spent an afternoon searching for it when she realised it had run away but it did the right thing and got the fuck out of the area
the now elder of Tipi Valley was actually really annoying, he kept waking us up with his off key flute "song dedicated to the sun"
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you might notice comrades hand in hand in that photo of Sid at Stonehenge
I was once sat in a field at a free festival just getting wasted like you do and then suddenly Nik Turner from Hawkwind / Inner City Unit announced "let's form a circle for the SUN!" and before I knew it I'd been coerced into holding hands with total strangers and we were force formed into a circle and then Nik went "OM!" and the Tipi valley people went "OM" and the peace convoy went "OM" and PRANA went "OM" and POLYTANTRIC went "OM" and the Tibetan Ukranian Mountain troupe went "OM" and the Rainbow Warriors went "OM" and we became..actually I felt awkward as fuck, I was at the beginning of my spiritual journey and I couldn't get out of there fast enough
same festival - I'd necked 2 tabs of white lightning acid ( operation Julie vintage ) , I was fucking flying, but my mate's mates were dicks, they wanted to get down naked ( "let's get naked and howl at the moon" ) and howl at the moon and they'd only had half a tab each so when I heard the Tibetan Ukrainian Mountain Troupe ( AKA WYSTIC MANKERS ) tune up I was off and I sat down in their marquee ( I'll scan and post some amusing story about the TUMT marquee some other time ) and watched a hairy dude destroy a balalaika against a backlight and it was the best show I've ever seen and then someone handed me a joint but then ex-members of the Pink Fairies started jamming along and then Nik Turner from hawkwind started honking away and before we knew it we were ilistening to fully intense hour long jams of Brainstorm
yeah, I might have been a little bit wasted when I was younger